Talk That Talk To Me
80s and 90s kids remember the slew of wacky telephones that hit store shelves and made their way to our bedrooms, where we’d spend a few weekend hours chatting it up. Lucky kids got their own phone lines, free of parents picking up and eavesdropping. Of course, we waited until after 7 pm when those long-distance calls were cheaper if our friend was in another area code.
These days, we’re more prone to take advantage of technology’s gift of texting rather than ringing our friends for those long chats where we lay in every position possible, pace the room, and put our feet up on the wall. The weekend catchups aren’t extinct, we just do them differently, and now instead of the dreaded 3-way call exposing our secrets, it’s the screenshots we fear.