If you enjoy a typical lifespan of 23,000 days, how many of those will be slavishly devoted to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat? Recent studies indicate that, on average, Americans spend about four hours per day – 25% of their waking lives – on digital sites we call social media. That might seem reasonable if the “social” label really fit our time and activities on these sites, but the moniker now seems highly questionable.
Anyone born more than 20 years ago remembers when “social” meant something quite different than sitting around pecking on a keyboard, taking narcissistic “selfies,” and scrolling for hours on a touchscreen. Before the onslaught of laptops, tablets, and smart phones, human beings actually gathered, in the flesh, and engaged one another on a human, rather than digital, level.
People went to grandma’s house for Sunday dinner after church, neighborhood parks for picnics or a game of sandlot baseball, a friend’s house for a hand of cards or a board game, and cafes or diners for real conversations over a cup of coffee. Parents engaged their children around the family table or during traditional vacations. Friends went bowling, golfing, fishing, hiking, or to dinner and a movie. Youngsters had slumber parties and told ghost stories. Sweethearts courted by holding hands, sitting under a moonlit sky and staring dreamily into one another’s eyes … all without the need for “online dating services” to find a match.
Many of us still give a wink and a nod to such human interactions, but with an important limitation: We’re proverbially chained to handheld electronic devices no matter where we go. We take “Androids” and “iPhones” to church with us, to dinner with our friends, to walks in the park, and to coffee houses. We frequently and rudely interrupt any efforts at in-person dialogue, so that we can “check messages” or monitor the number of “likes” someone mindlessly gave our posts on Facebook. Some people take smart phones and tablets to weddings, to funerals, to dental visits, to bathrooms, and to busy highways where they ought to be watching the road instead of their phone. Heck, if Masters & Johnson were still around, it would not surprise me to hear about a research study involving couples who interrupt their bedroom activities to check a tweet.
Don’t get me wrong. The digital age has its advantages and efficiencies. Using “social media” to reconnect with lost friends, or to keep in touch with relatives who live elsewhere, or to occasionally enjoy a good laugh or a friendly online debate, seems healthy. But on the whole, America has developed an unhealthy and downright antisocial obsession with cyberspace. The familiar sci-fi plot about machines someday taking over the planet no longer has a futuristic ring. The machines already control us, here and now, with ring tones, buzzes, vibrations, and beeps. Indeed, if Arnold decides to make another “Terminator” movie, perhaps he will come back as a smart phone.
Godspeed,
Lawyer Smith