I do not answer other people’s cellphones unless they ask me to. Voice mail exists for a reason.<\/p>\n
A house phone is public property that any family member can use. A cellphone — that’s like a computer, a diary, a person’s whole life compacted down into an easy to carry device.<\/p>\n
It’s one of the last bastions of American freedom. In a world where every moment of your life is documented whether you want it to be or not, you at least get to decide *who* invades your privacy.<\/p>\n
Big Brother is watching. But he better know to keep his mouth shut.<\/p>\n
Your sister flipping through your phone… That shit is cataclysmic.<\/p>\n
Or what if a girlfriend answers your phone? She’s your girlfriend if you’re still not sure of the relationship. She’d be your *fiancee* if you want a long-term commitment. (A two-year engagement is about right, six months at the minimum. Don’t be in such a hurry to sign over half your stuff.)<\/p>\n
Unless you verbally give permission, she should not be digging through your stuff. And you shouldn’t have given her your Social Security Number. That was dumb.<\/p>\n
Anyways, it may seem rude that I don’t offer to answer my brother’s phone. Unless he says, “Hey Lisa, can you get that?” I’ll let it ring to voice mail.<\/p>\n
I wouldn’t want him to pick up my cellphone, so I never bother his. It’s not mine.<\/p>\n
He wouldn’t want my fingerprints on it, or my face grease, just as I wouldn’t want anyone else’s on mine.<\/p>\n
A cellphone is sacrosanct. Respect it. Fear it. Stop demanding a trust people aren’t ready to give. It doesn’t make you seem more trustworthy. It just makes people uncomfortable as they tell you “No. Hell to the no.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"