Good Lovin' Gone Bad
In the 80's I was married to a first generation groovy geek -- a dot-com cowboy with designer glasses, a long, lush mullet, and a selection of leather jackets soft as butter. He brought many important things into my life: my first two children, computers, very fast cars, and last but certainly not least, the cellular phone. (In Australia, these devices are called "mobile phones" or "mobiles". I will use both terms interchangeably since my love affair with them spans both continents.) We had the first cell phones anyone in our community had ever seen, ostensibly because we had a very sick baby and needed to be contactable, but also because my husband thought they were cool. Mine was the size and shape of a shoebox, heavy as a bowling ball, and I carried it into my History of Psychology class with no small degree of self-consciousness. Later, we installed them in our car. In retrospect, they were hilarious with their handset connected to their body by one of t...