Blame It On Connie Chung
Now before any of you die-hard Connie Chung fans get your underoos in a wad, let me introduce you to Connie Chung.
This is Connie Chung (my macbook). She got the name because I waited for her forever from Shanghai. Everyday I would track my baby girl Connie and for at least five days, I couldn’t get her to leave her homeland. Quite a grueling adoption process. Anywho the real Connie Chung was not actually born in China but I didn’t know that until about five minutes ago. And yes, I am watching Melissa and Joey on Netflix as I type this. I have a rule: If Melissa Joan Hart is in it…watch it.
So back to how all of this is Connie Chung’s fault. Connie Chung is my poster child for technology. As much as I love her like I would my biological children, I worry that she is part of the movement to make us all more like robots. I know a lot of people loved the Jetsons but it scared the crap out of me. If you want to be my friend you need to know that I don’t want to live in space. Space scares me. Was it really that bad way back when..in the 90s? Most of my favorite memories came from the 90s. What have we lost by being so technologically forward you ask? Here are a few things you didn’t know you were missing.
1. Mixed Tapes: 
Need I say more? Probably not but I will. Remember when you had to listen to the radio until your favorite song came on to tape it? You had to be sure you didn’t get the DJ gabbing or commercials so that your tape would sound legit. Too legit to quit. Don’t forget to add a personal touch at the end by recording your own message. I always had such pride in my hard work.
2. Real Words:
Maybe this should have come before mixed tapes but the lost of the written language is quite sad. I’m worried the kids growing up in this day and age won’t know how to spell. I still type out almost every word when I write a text (sometimes I type u instead of you or bc instead of because but that is it and that is rare). Just to get this off my chest, LOL is a deal breaker for me. If I don’t really know you and you type LOL, I probably won’t try to get to know you.
3. Mystery:
Remember when you didn’t know what your old Sunday School teacher was doing every five minutes? Remember when you use to say, “I wonder what ever happened to Alf my friend from Melmac?” Now we know what happened to him because we see it on Facebook. He is married with five kids and they have a Christmas picture all dressed in red sweaters. Facebook has made stalkers out of us all. I didn’t really need any encouragement in that department. We all know if I knew where Justin Timberlake lived, I would sleep on his lawn.
4. Knowing Someone’s Phone Number: I can call all my high school friend’s parents if need be but how is that going to help me tomorrow if my phone falls in a toilet and I need a ride home?
5. Answering Your Phone:
As much as I hate space, I also hate talking on the phone. It started with ordering pizzas as a child. Most of my phone bills look something like this:
Minutes used: 26
Texts sent/received: 2,089
It is kind of sad that we can and DO dodge people’s phone calls. Remember when you first started getting phone calls from the opposite sex and that rush of excitement when a family member would hand you the phone saying, “It’s a boy!”. That’s gone. Now you know it’s a boy before you answer. Or in my case, you know it’s Stanley Steamer. Give it up Stan!! We are finished!
These are just a few of the things I miss…the things I blame on Connie Chung. The things I’ve gained from Connie Chung, well that is another story. I’m on the bandwagon of technology I really am. I’m just worried that kids these days are missing out on the fun! They are missing out on getting lost from your group at the mall, writing notes ON PAPER during class, looking up facts in actual books, being able to entertain yourself and others on twelve-hour car trips, being able to read a map and knowing what cut and paste actually means (it means cut with scissors and paste with glue ON REAL PAPER). Most importantly I’m worried we are losing human relationships. I don’t want to become a robot and I don’t want my best friend to be a computer or a cell phone. I am pretty attached to Connie and Xavier Roberts, my cell phone but they won’t hug me if I have had a bad day. My new goal that I am coming up with as I write this blog is to focus on humans before technology. I will succeed! You do not own me technology!! OH!! I just got a text!
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