“When I was your age, I walked to school barefoot, in six feet of snow, uphill both ways…”
If I had a nickel for every time someone’s grandpa told me this story…And then went on about how much better life was before cell phones and that “BookFace” thing we’re all so addicted to…
“Dinner was on the table at 5 p.m. EVERY. NIGHT. And we talked to each other about how our days went. You know, using our mouths, not our fingers.”
But here I am, a Florida transplant, trying to find myself in Chicago, and even all of those nickels haven’t yet convinced me to give up my iPhone.
Like it or not, gone are the days when people got their news from the morning paper and children played outside with the neighborhood kids. Times have changed, my friends. For better or for worse, I cannot say. But, with my iPhone glued to my palm, my television playing in the background, and my laptop open on the desk in front of me, I do wonder what impact this influx of technology has had on me. When was the last time I memorized someone’s phone number? Am I really addicted to Facebook? And how the hell does my two year old nephew know how to use YouTube?
How does new media impact society? Is there truly a connection between depression and social media? Have cell phones given way to helicopter parenting? These are the things I am desperate to understand. The questions are limitless, and their answers profound. So, in classic Harriet the Spy mode, I am pulling out my notebook, er, laptop, and dedicating some solid time to dredging through the digital age.