I'm old school. I grew up during the time a call would get cut off because the damned local T-Rex blundered into a phone pole (getting to school was hair raising). I despised phones even then. I've thought about it for years, but I've never really been able to understand why I hate them so much. Getting me to talk to you on the phone is like pulling teeth; getting me to call you? It had better be important, because I don't call just to chat.
All that being said, surprise surprise! I don't have any type of cell phone! Are you frickin' kidding me?! Now I get to carry those damn things around with me? They're balls and chains. No thanks!
How many of you watch those true crime docs? How many umptymillion times have you seen the murderer get caught because his cell phone broke his alibi?! "Well, yeah. We know you said you were 25 miles away at the time, and your Mom says you were there all night with her -- but your cell phone puts you within three blocks!" Seriously? You can't leave the damn thing at home for 30 minutes while you're committing a murder? Here's a word for you: "burner".
And so, as you may imagine, the moment any website, big, small, famous, infamous or indifferent, demands my cell number I: 1) don't have one to give, and I am NOT jumping through hoops to get a temp throwaway; and 2) leave so fast you can't see me through the dust, and that would go for even this site. NO. F-CKING. WAY.
I'm old school. I grew up during the time a call would get cut off because the damned local T-Rex blundered into a phone pole (getting to school was hair raising). I despised phones even then. I've thought about it for years, but I've never really been able to understand why I hate them so much. Getting me to talk to you on the phone is like pulling teeth; getting me to call you? It had better be important, because I don't call just to chat.
All that being said, surprise surprise! I don't have any type of cell phone! Are you frickin' kidding me?! Now I get to carry those damn things around with me? They're balls and chains. No thanks!
How many of you watch those true crime docs? How many umptymillion times have you seen the murderer get caught because his cell phone broke his alibi?! "Well, yeah. We know you said you were 25 miles away at the time, and your Mom says you were there all night with her -- but your cell phone puts you within three blocks!" Seriously? You can't leave the damn thing at home for 30 minutes while you're committing a murder? Here's a word for you: "burner".
And so, as you may imagine, the moment any website, big, small, famous, infamous or indifferent, demands my cell number I: 1) don't have one to give, and I am NOT jumping through hoops to get a temp throwaway; and 2) leave so fast you can't see me through the dust, and that would go for even this site. NO. F-CKING. WAY.