Crackberry: it's worse than heroin

Okay, so I have to admit: I've never done heroin. So I might not be as super cool as you think I am but frankly I have yet to stick a syringe of heroin in my vein. Call me a nerd, it's okay. But I have to say in fashion circles there is something even more addictive than heroin, more alluring than a Manolo Blahnik sample sale and yes, more annoying than any Jennifer Aniston flick on Netflix: the crackberry.

I don't know how many times I have been out with friends, colleagues or business people and the crackberry is a third, fourth or fifth wheel. It takes up its own space, conversation and time. Sometimes I wonder why I even show up at places where a crackberry is going to be permanently affixed to that person's hand. Even in polite company I have asked numerous times for people to put it away while we're dining, at a concert, at a funeral, a wedding, an abortion clinic, a baby shower, a polo match....need I say more?

It's bad enough that cell phones were invented and that people can contact you ALL THE TIME. But now with crackberries, people can also email you whenever they want and those who are so insecure that they don't know what to do without their trusty crackberries must reply within seconds of receiving the message. As if it couldn't wait until the next day...or perhaps even the next hour.

I long for the days when people communicate through snail mail....yup, that trusty division known as the US Postal Service. My advice? Invest in some old fashioned stationery and get your point across that way.