That vignette has become the epitome of social
media
for me, and of its
now
ubiquitous
"looking
down" neck-bent-downward posture in particular. But it's
more than the ignominy of accidentally falling fully clothed,
full-prone into a fountain, that iconifies
"looking
down" for me.
It's a newspaper
photograph
of the CEO of
the world's
largest manufacturer of smartphones with a group of
high school
disciples, all
looking
down at the tiny four inch screen on the device one of them is
holding. It's a woman in my gym
working
out on a treadmill,
looking
down while typing on an Android,
clearly
not
present
to her exercise regimen at all. It's a couple in a
restaurant
where I'm eating,
sitting
at an adjacent table, not
speaking,
looking
down while thumbing paired Blackberries.
Wow! Texting each other "I♥U" while on a
real
date?
Say
whut? (at this late
stage,
the mind
is just too
world-weary
to even
consider
boggling).
Now
in order to fully gauge the
trouble
with social
media,
it's not
enough
to
consider
face-plants
in fountains (unless you're Monty Python), or
being
dictated to by a hand-held device, or not
being
present
to your workout, or texting "I♥U" to your
lover,
even when you're
close
enough
to whisper it hot, heavy, and sweaty in her ear from a few inches
away, to grasp the issue. Where you have to start is with
real
communication
- or at least you have to start with the milieu of
real
communication.
Without attempting to
rewrite
and improve on the
dictionary definition
of
real
communication
(it's not necessary for
this
conversation),
consider
the following as a baseline from which to measure how
far off social
media
is veering from
real
communication:
you're
sitting
face to face
(even knee to knee) with your partner; you're
speaking
(with your
mouth,
with your tongue, and with your
voice,
not with a keyboard or by wiggling your thumbs); you're
listening
(with your ears, not by reading pixels on a screen); you can feel
your partner's breath warm on your
face;
you're
close
enough
to smell their perfume / cologne; you can see minutiae of the
expressions in their
eyes;
you can hear subtle sonic cues in their vocals. You can also feel
your own awkwardness (and theirs) from
time
to
time,
as well as your own turned-on-ness in
being
in such
close
physical proximity to another
human being.
This is the milieu of
real
communication.
Now:
I haven't
said
it's the only milieu of
real
communication.
I am
saying
ie suggesting it's a baseline from which to measure how far social
media
has progressively
gotten
away from
real
communication.
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