How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Flow
Cellphones and the etiquette of the expanded self
Nothing prepares you for your first time.
You're out with someone, maybe a date, maybe just friends, everything's fine, and then he whips it out, right in front of you—at a restaurant, on the street, anywhere. You try not to look at it, you try to look absolutely anywhere else—finally he finishes and puts it away and continues on with the conversation, just like nothing happened. Or maybe he airs it out for awhile, or even—casually—holds onto it, in case it vibrates.
You know, the phone.
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