That master of the humorous written (and by all accounts ‘spoken’) word, Steve Crescenzo is now off my Christmas Card list.
It matters not that I don’t actually send Christmas Cards — if I did he still wouldn’t receive one this year.
Steve has the audacity, in his latest post, to ridicule we considerate, kind and masterfully manly wearers of bluetooth headsets. You know, those little wirelessy-things you stick in your ear and allow you to make and receive phone calls to/from your mobile phone. The things that have the flashing little blue light and make you look like you are an advance party for John Howard’s next amble through the streets of an American town near you (watch this CNNNN sketch for further clues).
Steve (completely incorrectly) holds the ludicrous position that those bluetooth headsets are substitute male appendages. I will certainly concede that for some men a Ferrari Testerossa or a Maserati might be a substitute. Possibly.
But for those of us who tire of rummaging through handbags, digging into tight-fitting jean pockets, driving at high speed through police-infested areas, going to parties dressed as Lt. Uhura from Star Trek, and so on, such little things are wonderful. No cables to get caught on door handles or clothing and thus far less a risk of ripping one’s ear off whilst shopping or cavorting.
I would never publicly admit that it might also give me an ‘out’ when Mrs BetterComms is gently pointing out yet another of my foibles — a lesser ‘manly man’ than I would pretend that he was taking a call from a client.
Note: author’s tongue firmly in cheek