Why Women and Cell Phones Don't Mix

At least once a day, I am privy to this delightful situation:

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG*
(insert most annoying ring tone you can think of)

That goes on for about 5 seconds. Then it's a woman's voice:

"Oh, is that my phone ringing?"

Then it's a mad scramble to try to find the phone in the depths of the abyss otherwise known as the pocketbook. (Have you noticed how big women's pocketbooks have gotten lately? Whatever happened to discrete, dainty purses?? Sorry, I digress.)

Phone is found, then it's:

"Oh! It's (insert name of person she talks to every day)!"

"Hello? Hello? HELLO???"

Pause, look at phone.

"Oh I missed it."

This kind of annoying nonsense probably happens at least 19,000 times every second somewhere around the world.

I would love it if somebody could explain to me a rational reason as to why no woman can carry a cell phone in her pocket, or on her belt loop, or elsewhere on her person, and not stash it deep inside the bag. Quite frankly, it's never a man who hears his phone ring and goes through this routine of not knowing if it's his phone or where his phone is. Or, let me clarify that... if it is a man who goes through this routine, he's usually 70 years or older, in which case we'll let him pass because he's earned the right to lose his phone at that age. But no excuses for young or middle aged women for these shenanigans!

Let's get some cell phone etiquette classes, shall we?

Gadges, Gadgets Everywhere

We are no longer in the Information Age. I do declare that we have entered the Gadget Age.

It used to be that we could comfortably leave the house with a car key, house key, and wallet.

Now, try to imagine leaving the house without a car door fob, cell phone, PDA, MP3 player, Bluetooth headset... and that's just to get a jug of milk!

We are infatuated and addicted to gadgets and gizmos, do-dads and devices. And of course each one has its own charger cord, carrying case, and instruction manual. We've got more stuff, with more stuff on the way.

Makes you harken nostalgically back to the days when Grok and Unga could leave the cave with a just a wooden club and be totally happy and totally prepared for any possible scenario that could come their way.

Bet those clubs didn't play all the coolest ringtones though. But I bet they could lay down all the best hits.