Take off your headphones and read this

With the severe chance of sounding like your parents here, I truly believe some technology would be better left not created.

Lemme explain....

In this corner we have the Apple Ipod (MP3 player for us non-conformists). Great technology! You can store thousands upon thousands of songs on this little device and it will hold a charge for several hours. A huge improvement over the Walkman and portable CD players. Not only in convenience, but in net weight as well. Running with those was a workout in itself. BTW, don't believe any of the conspiracy theorists who tell you it'll give you brain cancer. If you're listening to your Ipod that much, well maybe you deserve it anyways (JUST KIDDING geeeeez).

The Ipod has also led to the demise of personal interactions and pick-up lines. I can't tell you how many times I see people either driving in their car listening to this device or on the subway/bus. Yes, I did say in the car. What happens if you pass someone on the road, and want to show you're interested? You first send over the universal signal (honking your horn) in hopes as you fly past them, they'll eventually track you down and reciprocate the move. Now that they have those earbuds in, they'll never hear your horn, and thus crush any chance of being the next Mrs. Mihlf.

On the Subway/metro/bus and even walking is where I have a huge problem. Sure, some use it as a security blanket to keep those odd creatures who dwell on city buses away from them. But what about the thousands of young professionals taking the metro? Maybe I want to throw out a good line (You shouldn't wear make-up, it's messing with your perfection) or (Do you have a BandAid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.). Thanks to Apple and their creation I have to chuckle at my own lines and imagine what could have been.

How do you think all our parents met? They weren't pre-occupied with their portable 8-track player or radio. Ladies, I have a simple request. Please try to ride every once in awhile without the tunes and maybe you'll finally find that Mr. Right. Well either that or Dirt McGuirt will sit down and stink up the seat next to you. It's just the chance you take when you're living on a prayer.