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C’mon, they said it about radio and the telephone and TV.” Yeah, it sounds like that argument might be right—but it’s not. Not if you think about it for more than two seconds. I don’t remember lugging a TV under my covers so I could watch Huckleberry Hound until the screen asked me “Are you still watching?” I looked forward to seeing I Dream of Jeannie once a week, but it didn’t throw off my circadian rhythm. I liked McHale’s Navy, but I wasn’t addicted to it; I didn’t watch it when I drove. Radio to TV was a difference in degree; smartphones are a difference in kind—less like TV or radio and more like a pacemaker. Something you can’t live without.
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