One Word Benjamin, “Plastics.”

by | Sep 28, 2004

I’m experiencing my own little backlash against the pervasiveness of technology in our lives. Two areas I find particularly bothersome: 1) Plastic surgery and 2) Cell phones. I understand that both technologies have a place in society. Plastic surgery’s place is helping to reconstruct one’s body after a terrible accident. Cell phones, on the other hand, prove convenient when one’s car breaks down.

Since moving to Chicago last year, I’ve noticed several people talking to themselves on the city’s sidewalks. The odd thing is these ladies and gentlemen don’t look to be insane. In fact, these fast talkers are usually well dressed and often appear to be rather hurried. Then, I’ll see the earpiece and realize what it is I’ve been witness to–a cell phone conversation, masked by the smallness of the device itself.

the offending device

An even worse environment for cell phone use (of any type) is on the train. The train is a public venue. Thus, most people respectfully keep to themselves. Until their cell phone rings. Then all within earshot get to learn all about the formulating plans, relationship troubles or business dealings of an imperfect stranger.

Regarding the medical enhancement of physical features, all I can say is I feel sick when I see a person who’s volunteered to go under the knife. Michael Jackson, Cher and Joan Rivers (most notably) are humans willingly transforming themselves into something less than human. I see these celebs, or others likewise transfigured, and I see no beauty whatsoever, only disease. Some may argue that plastic surgery can help improve one’s self-esteem. I’m sorry, but that’s a crock of shit. All “enhancement” does is reveal one’s suffering soul.