A character in Bette Midler’s “That Old Feeling” said he wrote better on an old typewriter than on a computer because it made him think before he typed. My elderly neighbor back in Kansas said no one met on front porches anymore when television came along. My kids said there was no excuse for not knowing where I was after they put a cell phone into my hands. And men can no longer drive in circles without a woman telling them where to turn if they have any sort of navigational device in their car.
With gain comes loss. It would be nice to backspace to bell bottoms, heated front porch discussions, and anonymity when solace is what I need. But for those who wish to continue to drive in circles with the convenience of GPS but without the inconvenience of feeling nagged – punch the button. Switch the gender. Or just hit mute. Convenience with less flair.