So you can now read my unsolicited opinions on Huffington Post, eyyyy!
Here’s a sneaky peak…
As an 80s baby, 90s kid, I spent a lot of time on the landline. It had a chord and everything! The only way to keep abreast of local gossip or whatever else, was to pick up the phone, dial a number and talk.
If the call suddenly turned into an interrogation, as it often does with school girls, or if your crush called you out of the blue, you had to think on your feet. There was no time to create a well written, articulate and charismatic response if you were actually a nervous, bumbling weirdo (as I was).
Then mobile phones became more accessible, trendy, and smaller. I found myself in possession of a second-hand Nokia 3210: a phone with buttons and no apps. There was a great game called Snakes though, and you could create or download a keyboard jingle ringtone of Nelly and Kelly’s Dilemma. Oh, and you could text people now…
Texts made things easier; we could communicate in short form, in an instant, make arrangements, send and receive break-up messages… and condolences.
Conversation became a lot less personal and- with the absence of tone -a paradigm of miscommunication ensued.
Now we have WhatsApp. But is WhatsApp and similar instant messenger apps taking us further down the rabbit hole?