Cell phones are awesome, right? Communicating with friends, loved ones, bosses, disgruntled employees, jilted lovers, and the electric company has never been easier.
However, cell phones have a dark side. They make you do things. Naughty things. Things normally reserved for bedrooms and supply closets and airplane toilets. It's called "sexting", and it can happen to you.
Sexting, for those who've been living under a rock, is a lot like texting, except it usually involves swapping salacious cell phone pics in addition to some 140-character sweet nothings. It's a big thing for teens--around 1 in 5 has done it--and if American Idol is any measure by which these trends spread, sexting will begin affecting the adult population very soon, if it hasn't already.
Now, TCC has no problem with sexting under normal conditions, but sexting and driving is absotively, posilutely off-limits. We shouldn't have to justify ourselves on that call, but for the stubborn, here's our rationale:
1. You can die. Texting behind the wheel can lead to deadly accidents. And except for a few reality TV personalities and talk radio hosts, dying is generally bad.
2. You can become joke fodder. That guy who crashed a trolley in Boston? Jon Stewart and Leno are gonna be all over him. Being laughed out of town is never fun. We know.
3. Sexting looks desperate. Remember that time you caught your cousin Rico making out with a love doll in the basement of your Aunt Coco's beach house? When you're sexting, you look almost that suave.
4. Sexting is unhygenic. Given all the swine flu hysteria, do you really want that many germs on something you put up to your mouth?
5. There's a distinct lack of privacy. We're not just talking about the fact that other folks on the freeway can see you getting busy. What happens if you lose your phone, or if it's stolen? Someone gets instant access to all your sexploits. And before you know it, they're sexting with everyone you've ever sexted-up. Makes you think.
Sorry to get all Nancy Reagan on you, but we do it because we care. Really. Now please excuse us; we need to polish our Promise Rings.