Okay, I LOVE how in the first picture, the woman looks like she's screaming in pain with some sort of torture device on her head. Hilarious.
You're absolutely right about the rest. I do not wear headphones as a rule, and I love when people ask me for directions (it's a point of pride for New Yorkers to be actually mistaken for a New Yorker, ha! And it shows the limits of devices). But I do remember being 25, and having every creep in the world trying to chat me up or give me a peek of his dick, so I understand the need for SOME private space. The idea that some oddball can record me say, drinking at lunch on a workday or peep my cleavage at three yards for his personal video scrapbook OR -- to have a competitive colleague record my boss-bashing... *shudder*
I'm going to stop borrowing trouble and go throw the kids off my stoop.
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27/2/13 05:57 (UTC)You're absolutely right about the rest. I do not wear headphones as a rule, and I love when people ask me for directions (it's a point of pride for New Yorkers to be actually mistaken for a New Yorker, ha! And it shows the limits of devices). But I do remember being 25, and having every creep in the world trying to chat me up or give me a peek of his dick, so I understand the need for SOME private space. The idea that some oddball can record me say, drinking at lunch on a workday or peep my cleavage at three yards for his personal video scrapbook OR -- to have a competitive colleague record my boss-bashing... *shudder*
I'm going to stop borrowing trouble and go throw the kids off my stoop.