Don't Call Me, I Won't Call You
By PAMELA PAUL
March 18, 2011
NOBODY calls me anymore - and that's just fine. With the exception of
immediate family members, who mostly phone to discuss medical
symptoms and arrange child care, and the Roundabout Theater
fund-raising team, which takes a diabolical delight in phoning me
every few weeks at precisely the moment I am tucking in my children,
people just don't call.
It's at the point where when the phone does ring - and it's not my
mom, dad, husband or baby sitter - my first thought is: "What's
happened? What's wrong?" My second thought is: "Isn't it weird to
just call like that? Out of the blue? With no e-mailed warning?"
I don't think it's just me. Sure, teenagers gave up the phone call
eons ago. But I'm a long way away from my teenage years, back when
the key rite of passage was getting a phone in your bedroom or (cue
Molly Ringwald gasp) a line of your own.
In the last five years, full-fledged adults have seemingly given up
the telephone - land line, mobile, voice mail and all. According to
Nielsen Media, even on cellphones, voice spending has been trending
downward, with text spending expected to surpass it within three