Category Archives: Culture Too

Things You Didn’t Know Were Healthy

You might have seen this on Facebook but I want to rant about it a little bit more here. A while back I saw this meme that said DONUTS ARE HEALTHIER THAN CRYSTAL METH, with a picture of a delicious caramel-drizzled frosted donut. Cute huh? Funny but also obviously true, or at least it’s obvious to some of us. But, proving that no matter how obvious a statement is there are people who will argue against it, some people are actually saying that this is not true. Please go read this from the SciBabe – Five Reasons Why Donuts are Healthier Than Crystal Meth. It contains lots of profanity but in this case I think it’s justified. I’m kinda having a hard time refraining myself.

I think the biggest problem here is not that some people are so stupid they think donuts are actually worse for you than crystal meth; (because at least meth users are not obese) it’s the obsession our society has with thinness and obesity, and eating only the right things, “right” meaning whatever the self-appointed food police have decided is right, and just the general obsession with how other people choose to live their lives. As SciBabe says, one donut, even one donut a week, is not going to kill you. One donut is not going to make you obese; it’s the total calories you consume from all sources balanced against your activity level.

But the Food Police… no, wait, let’s not call them the Food Police. Health Evangelists seems more accurate because eating the “right” foods and avoiding “evil” foods has become like a religion to them. They’re not interested in science or logic and the idea that they ought to mind their own business is completely alien to them. They have latched onto the “true gospel” of healthy living and have made it their mission to save the non-believers. The obvious thing would be to simply ignore them but they are so aggressive and ubiquitous that their nonsense gets into everyone’s heads and into both politics and marketing so it’s impossible to avoid thinking about it and feeling a little bit guilty for occasionally indulging in something that tastes good.

There are people, like SciBabe, fighting against mis-information of all kinds but it seems like no one ever wants to listen to sensible people and this is so frustrating to me.

I wish I could do this to every single person, other than legitimate doctors and scientists, who ever opens their mouth to say what other people should and should not eat or drink:

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Not Your Kids’ Cartoon Movie

This is quite possibly the most messed up animated movie ever. I mean, we all love anthropomorphized food, right? But when the cute little talking pigs have made their final transition to bacon or sausage there’s no cause for guilt, at least for us omnivores. Well, in this movie sausage and even buns and potatoes have feelings. Great diet movie?

There’s also a longer, uncensored trailer, complete with Hollywood’s two favorite words: the one that begins with F and the one that begins with S. I repeat, this is not a kids’ movie, folks. (And yes, I want to see it. I’m so bad.)

The Vet Shows

Ah television – why bother to come up with original new shows when you can copy an existing hit show? First there was Nat Geo Wild’s The Incredible Dr. Pol. (Actually I think there were others before it but it was the first big hit vet show, I think.) Millions of people watched it so now every cable/satellite network has to have a vet show or three. I’m not complaining though because, frankly, I’m hooked on several of these shows. I want to say that Dr. Pol is still my favorite. I like Dr. Pol himself. He has a great personality, both funny and caring. However, I would like to see more pets and a lot less arm-up-a-cow’s-butt.

If I remember right Dr. Oakley, Yukon Vet (also on Nat Geo Wild) was the second vet show that I started watching. I haven’t seen it for a while and really don’t have much to say about it either positive or negative but I thought I should mention it anyway since I have watched it. It’s okay, interesting sometimes, but there’s nothing about it that makes me care whether or not I ever watch it again.

Dr. K’s Exotic Animal ER (Nat Geo Wild) is one of the more interesting vet shows because she only sees avian and exotic pets. Some, like rabbits, are not what I would consider exotic because they’re so common but basically any house pet that’s not a cat or a dog. Dr. K – Susan Kelleher – is not one of my favorite personalities. Nothing I can complain about, really, but she is definitely not the reason I watch the show and I think if I worked for her or otherwise knew her in real life she might rub me the wrong way sometimes. But overall I do like the show a lot.

Dr. Jeff Rocky Mountain Vet (Animal Planet) – You know how I said I wanted to say Dr. Pol is still my favorite vet show? Well, honestly I think this one is actually my favorite. Dr. Jeff Young is a wonderfully kind, caring and dedicated person. He treats every animal – whether dog, cat, rat, bunny, hedgehog, lizard, snake or whatever – as if it were someone’s precious child. He charges a lot less than most vets and frequently shames other vets for their high fees. (“I don’t know how you charge $4000 for that surgery. I guess he drives a better car than I do.”) He also regularly does mobile free clinics in remote locations. Dr. Jeff runs a large clinic and seems to treat his staff very well. They once said he has 30 people working for him and everyone I’ve seen on the show so far is very likable.

I have just recently started watching Dr. Dee Alaska Vet (Animal Planet) and I love her! She is hilarious. She’s always saying something funny, or the way she says something is funny. She has a pilot’s license so she can go see patients in remote areas of Alaska. I’ve only watched this one two or three times so far.

The Vet Life (Animal Planet) is the newest of the vet shows. It’s about three Houston Texas vets. The three of them went to college and vet school together. They are friends who work well together and their families are all friends. Their family life is a big part of the show. So far I’m liking this one even though, so far, it seems to be less about the animals than the people.

I know these are not all of the vet shows; they’re just the ones that I watch.

Just Stop

Everybody needs to read this. No, don’t tell me it’s too long. Just go.

Okay, short version: Just because a girl likes “boy things” does not mean that she is “transgender”. And here are a few of the best parts:

I wanted to be a boy. Desperately wanted to be a boy. I thought boys had more fun. I felt like a boy in the way that our society views genders. I liked blue and green more than pink and purple. I remember sitting up as high as I could climb in our huge mulberry tree, bow & arrow in hand, trying to kiss my elbow (a neighbor lady had told me that if I could accomplish this, that I would turn into a boy, which was what I wanted in that moment, as a child, more than anything.)

Thankfully, my parents didn’t adhere to the archaic stereotypes that “boys like blue” and “girls like pink;” that “boys play with dinosaurs, and girls play with dolls.” Had they told me that liking these things made me a boy, I would have concluded that I was a boy.

They just let me be me. They let me be a girl who wore jeans more often than skirts. They let me play with slingshots rather than princess wands. They didn’t conclude that I was gay, or transgender. They didn’t put me in a box that would shape my future, at the expense of my own free will.

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In this day and age, I probably could have been labled as transgender. They would cut my hair off short (because, all boys have short hair, right?) I would be given “boy” clothes to wear, blue walls in my room rather than pink, and be told to pretend to have a penis, at least until I could have one surgically added. Had this happened, I can not even imagine how traumatic puberty would have been for me.

I still love some stereotypical “male” things. [* * *]

But I also love being a woman. I love to feel beautiful, especially when I have an event with my husband. I love putting on an apron and creating elaborate meals for friends and family. I love nursing my babies. I looooove going to the spa.

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These things don’t make us gay or transgender, they make us unique human beings.

I have been hearing since the 1970’s that traditional notions about what is masculine and what is feminine are outdated, that women and girls can like trucks and football and hunting and all those traditionally guy things and still be all woman. Doesn’t anyone else see what is happening? Now being “progressive” involves defining kids by those same old-fashioned notions of masculine and feminine. Trucks and football and dirt are “boy things” so if a girl likes these things she must be transgender. This is the same nonsense feminists have been fighting against for decades, just in a shiny new wrapper.

I like football, (sort of) I drive a pickup because that’s what I prefer; I like action movies, hate romantic comedies; and I think bugs are kind of fascinating and I can’t help feeling a little bit of contempt for women who are afraid of them. But I also love wearing dresses; pink is my favorite color; I like sparkly, shiny, girly things, and I am so glad I was born female.

I’m not saying anything against actual transgender people, just that parents should not rush to decide that their child is transgender based on the toys and activities the child likes or on temporary childish wishes to be something they are not. Each child is a unique individual with a unique set of interests that can include all “boy things”, all “girl things” or a combination of both. If they turn out to be transgender, fine. Continue to love and support them but don’t rush to define them when they are barely out of diapers.

Beauty Around the World

A woman sent a natural photo of herself to 40 people in 25 countries and asked them to “make me beautiful” using Photoshop. I would have a hard time picking a favorite – the one I consider most beautiful – but it would definitely not be either of the two by U.S. Photoshop artists. To me these look excessive and hideous. They make me sad but they don’t surprise me. I see this kind of overly made up look all the time, even here in Oklahoma. Is this really what most Americans consider beautiful? I want American women see this and see what I do but I don’t have much hope.

Prince

Sometimes there’s a sort of odd feeling of regret when a celebrity you never paid any attention to dies. Like you missed out on something. Of course you can still listen to the music, or watch the old movies or read the books (whatever the celebrity’s thing was) but you missed out on being a part of the living fandom. I never paid any attention to Prince. By the time he came along I had stopped paying any attention to popular music and to me he was just another singer who dressed funny. I did see him on the Superbowl half-time show a few years ago and thought, “You know, he’s not all that bad.”

Whenever a cultural icon dies the media talks about him a lot and non-fans learn things that fans knew all along. I learned two things about Prince that particularly grabbed my attention. One is that he was born the same year I was and that’s always a little disturbing. The other was that Prince was actually his real first name. I have also heard more of his music in the past few days than I had heard in all the years of his whole career. So, based on that, could I have been a fan? Honestly, probably not. Maybe I might have sort of liked one or two or three of his songs but I never would have been a big fan. But I still feel just a little bit like I missed out on something.

This ‘n’ That

The sun came out yesterday! Looks like we should have three or four nice days before it starts raining again. Honestly, we need the rain and sometimes I even enjoy it but after three straight days of rain and not seeing the sun at all for even longer I get a little tired of it.

So, it looks like this will be the last season of Castle as we know it. If they’re going to write out Beckett and Lanie I wish they would just go ahead and end the series. I would like to say that I will not watch it without these two characters but I can’t make a firm commitment to not watching. Curiosity sometimes kills my intentions. Nathan Fillion hasn’t signed his contract yet so season 9 isn’t a certainty. On the last episode there was a huge opening for Castle and Beckett to literally ride off into the sunset together. I hope that’s what happens. It’s been a good eight seasons. Don’t spoil it, ABC. End it well.

Hmmm… sorry, that’s all I’ve got right now; here’s a cat video.

The End of Mythbusters

After 14 seasons it’s over. I don’t want to say I thought it would go on forever because nothing lasts forever and 14 seasons is kind of amazing for a cable show, but I sort of felt like it would go on forever or at least for a long, long time. I sort of thought that… well, I didn’t really think that because I never even thought about it ending until the last two seasons after Kari, Grant, and Tory left, but somehow I sort of felt like the people might retire or leave one at a time to be replaced by other people but that somehow Mythbusters would keep going for many, many more years; if not forever then at least as long as the Discovery Channel still exists.

We watched the finale and the reunion special and the so-called lost episode which was rather obviously “lost” on purpose so they could show one more episode after the finale. Of course the re-runs will be shown on the Science Channel now, as they have been for several years, and I’m pretty sure there are some early episodes that we haven’t seen. I had a thought this morning – there’s a possibility of “previously unseen footage” specials. I hope someone at Discovery thinks of that. Still, it won’t be the same as actual new episodes and I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say the cancellation of Mythbusters is tragic. The world NEEDS Mythbusters. There are still people out there who believe every silly thing they see on TV or the Internet. There are still kids who need someone to show them that science is fun. The world, already getting dumber every day, just lost one its most important sources of smart.

Shame Shame

If you spend much time on the Internet, especially Facebook, you have probably noticed that everyone’s new favorite “sin” is “Shaming”. Like most such things, it started out as something good – of course no one should be shamed for things over which they have no or limited control or for making perfectly legitimate choices – but it was quickly adopted by society’s (figurative) pants-wetters so now, more often than not, “shaming” really means “I’ll do whatever I want, right or wrong, and you don’t have the right to think it’s wrong or to teach your own children it’s wrong or to do anything other than sing my praises for being so brave and heroic.” or simply, “You have no right to an opinion if it’s different from mine.

Apparently though, only some kinds of shaming are bad while some other kinds are not merely acceptable but are every “right-thinking” citizen’s duty to society. Those who cry the loudest about shaming are themselves engaging in shaming. Opinion shaming: trying to make people feel guilty about their opinions. Free speech shaming: trying to intimidate people into keeping their opinions to themselves when you don’t want to hear what they have to say. Food shaming: trying to make people feel guilty about what they eat. And the ever popular “improper” shopping shaming: shopping at the “wrong” stores. On one of the sewing blogs I read a commenter started shaming the blogger for shopping online. The blogger had a good response and everything remained civilized.

What these Priestesses of Local Shopping don’t understand is that some of us don’t have a lot of choices. (Not true of the aforementioned blogger but so what?) I have only two places to shop for fabric and notions that are reasonably nearby: a small quilt shop and (OMG! Shame!) Walmart. Both have very limited selections. The next nearest places are about 40 miles away and both of those are chain stores. I have no idea where the nearest “mom and pop” (not quilting) fabric store is. Should I only buy fabric when I can drive all the way to Dallas or hop on a train to New York? And of course it’s not just fabric. There are a lot of things that simply are not available locally. But I hate that I always need to explain this to people. I’m not feeding the local drug lord or Nazi party or anything like that so I should not need to defend my shopping choices.

So… this whole thing kind of went off the rails in that last paragraph. My point is, shaming people for shaming is, in fact, shaming. Knock it off and go find another hobby.

Cookie Scrooge

Charles has discovered a wine list for Girl Scout Cookies. I don’t care about that because I don’t drink wine but it reminds me that it’s almost Girl Scout Cookie season. Soon I will not be able to enter Walmart without having to face a little girl in uniform asking me to buy cookies. But I don’t buy them anymore. Well, I try not to buy them. I feel sorry for the girls and sometimes I weaken.

Frankly, the cookies are not all that great anymore. I mean, they’re good but they’re not amazing. Girl Scout cookies used to be so amazing we didn’t care that they were overpriced and the boxes were undersized. We would pay almost anything to get a few of those heavenly creations and good luck making it home with part of a box. But now? They’re just cookies. They’re okay but I can make better at home and Keebler, Nabisco, and even some of the cheap store brands are just as good.

And there are all those articles every year telling us not to buy Girl Scout cookies for one reason or another. Should we trust those articles. Possibly not. Most of them are probably written by someone with an agenda of their own but sometimes, when we’re told that a big powerful organization is taking advantage of the girls and getting most of the money, it’s enough to make one feel uncomfortable about buying them. But honestly, if they were as good as they used to be I could ignore these claims. This is just another excuse not to buy them.

When confronted with the choice to buy or not to buy though, there’s just one excuse that I use out loud: “Sorry, I don’t need the calories.” It sounds plausible and it’s not unkind.

What the Hell Were We Watching?

Yesterday number one son and daughter-in-law and the grand-kids were over here and after lunch the guys all went to Lowe’s leaving just the daughter-in-law, the two-year-old, and me here at home. The two-year-old wanted to watch cartoons so I turned on the TV and looked to see what was on all the cartoon channels but we couldn’t find any of her favorites. (Mickey and Minnie, Bubble Guppies, Doc McStuffins) I finally stopped on NickToon. I can’t remember exactly what the listing said – something about a pig and a banana? – which I thought sounded kind of cute but it actually looked pretty bizarre, one of those things you just can’t stop watching even if you want to, and more importantly the two-year-old was still and quiet for more than five minutes and that never happens so we kept on watching it.

It was a few minutes into it. There were a large number of characters running around and the scene was pretty chaotic, hard to tell what was going on, and this character that I later figured out was supposed to be a pig (It didn’t look much like the cartoon pigs I’m used to seeing.) said something like, “Okay, you don’t like these rules, from now on there will be no rules.” (Apparently the pig had wished to be “President of the World”) Of course, then things got even more chaotic and we see burning buildings in the background.

Then there was this bit about a talking banana who helped a big scary looking bully (not sure what kind of animal he was supposed to be) get the hair out of his eyes so he could see and he was so grateful that they became friends.

After that there was a part about a cricket(?) who hated the world without any rules so he decided to go to Mars. Mars is inhabited by talking toilets who have lots of very strange rules like never eating carrots on Tuesday and not saying the word “what” and that’s where things really go wrong because the cricket keeps saying, “What?” The talking toilets get so angry they decide to declare war on Earth but when they get there instead of going to war they decide to have a toilet party and all the toilets on Earth are invited and we see toilets breaking loose from their plumbing and floating up into space to go to the Martians’ toilet party.

Weird as all this sounds, it doesn’t quite convey the overall weirdness of the whole thing. Somewhere in the middle of it the guys came home and number one son expressed the opinion that the cartoon’s creators must have been on drugs and, frankly, that sounds entirely plausible but I think I need to watch this show a few more times. I hope I can find it again.

A Controversial Question

Oh, I hope it’s controversial because, you know, comments. On this week’s NCIS:Los Angeles (CBS, Monday night) Beale was wearing what he called a “tactical work kilt.” Of course you know I had to Google that and I found Utilikilts. Their version is similar to, but not exactly like the one on NCIS:LA.

Personally, I am rather traditional about some things and the idea of guys wearing skirts – okay, okay, kilts – makes me giggle a little bit but I can actually sympathize with the desire to wear one. Skirts are simply more comfortable than pants and, without being too indelicate about the matter, I can see how for guys they would be even more of an advantage over pants. And, historically, before pants were invented everyone wore some kind of robe, dress or skirt-like garment. (But guys, if you must wear a kilt, please… boxers.)

So, questions: Guys, would you wear a kilt, not just as a joke or a gag but seriously? Ladies, what do you think? If you are married what would you do if your husband decided he wanted to wear one? If you are single what would you do if your date showed up wearing a kilt?

It’s Over

I am a sometime (American) football fan. I look forward to the beginning of the season, usually. I enjoy watching some of the games. But I’m always ready for the season to be over a few weeks before it is actually over. But I also always look forward to the Superbowl. I actually love the hype and the holiday atmosphere of it. But I’m glad it’s over now.

I’m glad the Broncos won because I wanted Peyton Manning to win one more. Otherwise though, it wasn’t a great game. No great plays, nothing really memorable or amazing. We always want the Superbowl to be special and amazing but when it comes right down to it, it’s really just another game, one that is played at the end of the season when all the players are tired and beat up. Once in a while there’s a really great Superbowl but usually not.

And by the way, about Peyton Manning – can we please just give him some space for a while? We didn’t need to know immediately, just seconds after the game ended, if he’s going to play next year. We don’t need to know that today or tomorrow or next week. We don’t need to know until he’s had plenty of time to think about it and decide. I would say July or August is soon enough for us to know. Leave him alone. And stop talking about it for a while.

And one more thing – Yes, I am one of those people who goes to the kitchen and the bathroom during the game so I won’t miss the commercials. Sadly, this year there was nothing special about the commercials either. The Skittles commercial with Steven Tyler was fun but it would have been better if it had been a surprise instead of having seen it previewed earlier in the week. I liked the anti-drunk-driving spot with Helen Mirren. That was probably my favorite. There was also one with Alec Baldwin that I liked but I can’t even remember it now so I guess it really wasn’t that good. Overall, most boring Superbowl commercials ever.

That is all. Happy getting-back-to-normal-life week.

Open Message to a Teen Girl

Fifteen-year-old Cassy James has started a petition requesting that American Eagle Outfitters, Urban Outfitters, and Forever 21 start selling “modest, but fashionable clothing.” I really wish I could speak to and be heard by this young lady and others like her. Of course, even if I could she wouldn’t listen. I’m “too old”; I just “don’t get it.” But I have things to say and I have a blog and I’m calling on my three readers to make this go viral. I figure the chances of this girl actually reading this is about the same as the chances of me winning Powerball tonight but here goes anyway.

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First of all, Crissy, I want to say that I admire you for speaking out about something that is important to you and trying to initiate change and I wish you the best of luck in your efforts. I also agree with you that these companies could have a huge positive effect on fashion and society. However, sadly, your petition is probably not going to have any effect. The only votes that matter to a store is dollars. That’s not intended as a criticism of the stores; it’s just the way business works. If you get a huge number of signatures – say, 100,000 – they might introduce a few modest fashions as a token effort but if they don’t sell well enough that will be the end of it.

The situation is not hopeless, however. First of all you need to be clear in your own mind what you really want. “modest, fashionable, age appropriate,” is rather vague. I admit I’m not a fashionable person; I know almost nothing about fashion, but I know that more modest clothing does exist. You say that these clothes are for women decades older and you want something age appropriate. I understand; that makes sense. But what, exactly is it that makes clothing age appropriate for you?

When you know what you want you need to start voting with your purse. Do you really have to shop at the three stores you mentioned? You say they are your favorite stores but why is that if they don’t have what you want? Look around. Try other stores. Try Amazon. You can find anything on Amazon. Also, you can improve clothes by the way you accessorize. If a garment is “too old looking” for you add some young jewelry. If a shirt or dress is too low cut add a scarf. If a shirt is too tight just buy the next larger size. That’s the easiest problem of all to solve.

Finally, if you can’t find what you want, learn to sew. If you know how to sew you can design and make any kind of clothes you want. If tens of thousands of girls your age just simply stopped shopping at your favorite stores they would do anything to get you back but once you see how fun and easy it is to be able to wear exactly what you want you may not want to go back.

It’s Over, Move On

Today is Epiphany. That means that today is the last day anyone has any legitimate excuse for still having their Christmas decorations up or at least for turning on outdoor Christmas lights. And it is the last day there is any legitimate excuse for running Christmas themed commercials on TV. Today is the last day that I want to see any of that stuff. Got it? Let’s move on to the annoying Valentines Day themed commercials.

Shaped Up

I am so out of the loop. I am even naive. Of course I see ads for “shapewear” but I always think, “Seriously? No one wears stuff like that anymore.” Well, apparently, everyone wears it. Once again, I am saddened by modern womanhood. In the 70’s we burned our bras; (Yes, I know it’s a myth) now we’re expected to encase ourselves in Spanx. And thousands of women actually do. [sigh] I suppose this is why I don’t have any friends. I just don’t understand other women.

One woman interviewed for the article actually said, “No woman should ever leave the house without Lycra on her thighs. I don’t want to see my own cellulite, so why would I want to see yours?” I don’t want to see mine either. That’s why I wear clothes – clothes that fit properly and cover everything that needs to be covered. This is a woman that I would like to meet so I could tell her, quite forcefully, that she has no business telling other women what kind of undergaments they must wear and if she ever starts a sentence with the words “No woman,” or “all women,” again in my presence I will burn all of her Spanx on the spot. (Well, you know I wouldn’t actually do that but wouldn’t it be fun to see her face if I said that to her?)

In 2010, an Oklahoma woman wore Spanx over her head while she robbed a McDonald’s. Oh that is so Oklahoma. I don’t know whether to be proud or ashamed. Robbery is definitely not cool but it goes to show that we could come up with better uses for Spanx. It could be up there with duct tape and WD-40 in the Stuff With 1001 Uses category.

But seriously, why do women wear ridiculous crap like that when it is easy to be feminine and attractive without pain? Your clothes don’t have to be tight and clingy. You shoes don’t have to be four inches high and thin as chopsticks. Now does it sound like I’m telling other women what to wear? Well, maybe, but I’m thinking a lot of women who wear that stuff don’t really want to; they wear it because they feel like they have to. The article also includes stories of women at parties sneaking away to a bedroom to cut off their Spanx with a pair of scissors. So I am really just saying, wear what you want to wear (within the limits of decency and whatever dress codes you are subject to, of course) and don’t wear anything you don’t want to wear and that it’s possible to look nice without being too uncomfortable.

In My Pocket

I carry my son in my pocket. He’s nearly six feet tall but he’s right there in my pocket so, at any time, he can show me pictures of his daughter or his dogs or what he’s doing at work or we can talk about what we’re reading or make fun of something we saw on TV or just share a silly joke. I don’t get sad and lonely because “he never calls” because he’s always right there in my pocket.

I also carry my other son in my pocket. He’s a lot quieter but he does always tell me when he’s going to be late. Their father is in my pocket too. It’s so convenient having him there. And I have several other people in my pocket – my daughter-in-law, my grandson and my sisters-in-law. It may seem crowded in there but there’s always room for more, if any of my cousins ever decide to stop being techno-phobic.

There are other things besides people in my pocket. There’s my grocery list. I like having it there where I can update it anytime and I never forget it when I go to the store. And speaking of stores, I have thousands of those in my pocket too so I can read reviews or compare prices anytime, anywhere I might be. I also have all the world’s libraries in my pocket so I’m never stuck somewhere with nothing to read.

Maybe you’ve seen my husband and me at a restaurant, both of us looking at our phones, and made assumptions about us. What you don’t understand is that there are more than just two people at the table. We are not ignoring each other; we’re spending time together with family and friends. And maybe you’ve seen me in the dentist’s office or in a car dealer’s service department waiting area looking at my phone and thought how sad that I’m not talking to you instead. What you don’t understand is that I probably wouldn’t be talking to you anyway. Without my phone I would be either reading a book that I brought with me or flipping through the world’s most boring magazines wishing I had something good to read.

So you don’t like my phone even though you don’t even understand what it really is. I wonder, how is it any of your business? People going about their own business, not bothering anyone. How is that any of your business. Don’t disrespect my phone. You don’t understand what it really is, and it might be keeping me from biting your head off.