I just don’t like cell phones. It’s not that I don’t like the idea of them, though.
I don’t have the “usual” problem with people having them, like people talking on them in public, or having them ring during a conversation. None of that bothers me, except in a movie theater. What bothers me is the direction of cell phone tech.
The last time I had a cell phone that I liked was five years ago. It was a tiny little phone from Nokia with a black & white screen. It was small, but not too small, and while it did just one thing, it did it well.
That phone was easy to carry around, easy to talk on, and easy to function. It was a phone – the word that I consider to be the operative part of the term “cell phone.”
These days, a cell phone is almost everything but a phone. The phone is just an afterthought at this point. Nowadays, they’re organizers, browsers, gaming machines, cameras, and music devices. I don’t want those things.
I want a damn phone.