"When I see Josie clutching her grandmother’s Kindle to play Angry Birds for the 10th straight time, or I watch my son stuporously soaking up a cartoon, I’m really seeing myself as a kid — anxious, needy for love but willing to settle for electronic distraction to soothe my nerves or hold tedium at bay."
The more I think of it, the more convinced I become that 9 times out of 10 a smartphone is an escape hatch for some sort if anxiety, although not necessarily the one that the author describes here.
It's not the smartphone that's the problem, it's the malformed, addictive behavior of responding to anxiety with distraction.
"When I see Josie clutching her grandmother’s Kindle to play Angry Birds for the 10th straight time, or I watch my son stuporously soaking up a cartoon, I’m really seeing myself as a kid — anxious, needy for love but willing to settle for electronic distraction to soothe my nerves or hold tedium at bay."
The more I think of it, the more convinced I become that 9 times out of 10 a smartphone is an escape hatch for some sort if anxiety, although not necessarily the one that the author describes here.
It's not the smartphone that's the problem, it's the malformed, addictive behavior of responding to anxiety with distraction.