Call Me…Maybe?
Set aside my skepticism at clutching a mobile device to our brains or the loony appearance of those blinking Vulcan blue earpieces. What I hate about the phone when conducting business is the socially required chitchat, the lubrication, the “how are the kids” banter that doesn’t allow for cutting to the chase. Wasn’t this precisely why Al Gore created the Internet — so we could all be more efficient?
But lately it seems that even email is failing me. I’m drowning in the sheer volume, suffocating in the volleys. Some conversations and decisions seem to require so many back and forths, so much cc-ing and reply-all-ing, that my knickers are twisted. We are a society of over- communicators. We text while we paint our toenails, we tweet while we’re getting frisky. We feel a sense of rising panic if we haven’t responded to someone in 24 hours.
Ooops. It seems I’ve just offended someone with my sloppily dashed email. But OMG, WTF? I’d used LOL, added a smiley face and plenty of exclamation marks to lighten it all up. Sigh. More time spent on clarification, apologies and back–pedaling. Now a phone call to hear our voices, palpate the hurt, define the intentions and un-do the damage. And finally, are we good? We’re good. OK. Thumbs up. We like each other on Facebook again.
Suddenly I’m nostalgic for my old black cord phone, the one I pulled into my childhood bedroom to whisper about cute boys. A phone call back then had weight, carried a certain importance. It was almost the equivalent of a written letter now, as quaint as composing your Santa list from the Sears & Roebuck catalogue.
One of my favorite Nora Ephron essays is “The Six Stages of E-Mail.” In the first stage she describes her excitement and infatuation at the new method of communication. This gives way to her confusion over excessive spam for retail and personal growth opportunities like penis enlargement. Note – my husband once changed his email address for this reason and let’s not go into the understandable insecurities this can breed when you’re a male recipient. In the next stage, Ephron is overwhelmed by her email and finally the last section is simply entitled “Call Me.”
Sadly, from the looks of my inbox, email is here to stay. And after years of attempting to be a nice, polite girl, dutifully answering even unsolicited emails, I’m getting ruthless. I’m teaching myself to resist UFR (unnecessary further response) and to press delete when I see the FNOD’s (Forward to ten friends Now – Or Die a mysterious death within 24 hours). I no longer send replies that say “great”, “OK,” “done,” “thank you” or “really?” It’s liberating. And frankly, do these people even remember they had the last word? Did they care? And don’t get me started on RAA (reply-all abuse). Emailing someone is like accessing porn on the Internet. Even a child can do it.
I’m not sure exactly how I’ll solve this. It’s unrealistic to assume I can throw my devices out the car window and walk away from the burning wreckage. But I’m working on a healthier balance.
But the next time we’re trying to set up a lunch date and its taking seven replies, don’t be surprised if you hear the phone ring. That will be me— and please don’t be offended if I fail to enquire about your parent’s health.
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Rosemary
January 17, 2013 at 2:13 pmAgreed.
Suzanna Keith
January 19, 2013 at 8:25 pmLee
Great blog about communication that really struck a chord for me. We are finding it so important to pick up the phone for important and tough topics or just to say hi. Email and social media can be overwhelming. Thanks for the insight!