Life before cell phones almost feels like a cliché of the past. In 2019, we are never bored but we are boring. Boredom, the gateway drug to havoc, has been replaced by the artifice of Instagram, a cyber tapeworm that feeds on our insecurities (FOLLOW US pleeeeease).
Cell phones have made ghosting that not-so-special someone a hell of a lot easier. And while it’s more acceptable to be a complete dick-hole, we somehow miss the days of suggestion boxes versus over-zealous Yelp reviews (yikes!). Yearning for the days of a bygone era, a time when you got porn by renting a sticky VHS tape from the back room of your local video store.
And while life is more convenient in 2019, because Google maps gets us from Point A to Point B, we have also sacrificed our sense of adventure. The detours, the mythos, and the freak shows. And to be completely honest, getting your jollies off to a VHS tape just feels more dignified.