Dear Tell All: Your Nov. 13 column ("Get Up With It!") was absolutely FANTASTIC!!! Those of us who've thrown in the towel on the newest technology have always felt a bit guilty, I think, for doing that. Yet things move SO fast it's difficult to keep up, especially if we're not really all that interested anyway.
How many times have I thought, just what do these people talk about all the time when they're on cell phones? Perhaps they don't take the time to sit and talk face-to-face with folks anymore.
I'm making copies of your column and passing them to friends.
Happy with My Rotary Phone
Dear Happy: I don't want to alarm you, but all those people whispering on their cell phones...they're talking about you.
Thanks for writing. It's always nice to hear from readers, and it's especially comforting to know that I'm not the only person left on the planet without a cell phone. We're a dying breed.
I can understand why you might feel guilty about not adopting the latest technology, but you really shouldn't. Today's hottest tech toy will inevitably become tomorrow's Clapper. So embrace the technologies that work for you, and let the lemmings chase after the rest.
Dear Tell All: Yesterday I was sitting in the car with my 5-year-old son, Henry, waiting for my husband, who had run into the grocery store to grab a few things. We weren't waiting that long - maybe five or 10 minutes - when Henry suddenly blurted out, "Where the f*ck is daddy?" A few days earlier I had been playing with Henry on the floor when he suddenly got very excited, jumped up and said (in his high, squeaky voice), "D*mn-it! I forgot to tell you...our teacher was sick today."
Where do they come up with this stuff? My husband and I hardly ever swear. So I don't know if Henry is hearing this at school or day care or from his friends. It's frustrating because we try so hard to be good parents, but we can't be with our son all the time. And all it takes is one bad influence to erase all the hard work we've put into raising our child.
World's Worst Mom
Dear World's Worst Mom: D*mn. Now I feel guilty. I'm never babysitting for you guys again.
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