Harry Potter and moving pictures
I’m not sure whether this post will be more of an advertisement for phone privacy screens or a critique of our current culture. (Or how absolutely creepy I am.) Yesterday I made my all too familiar trip back from Hillsdale. This is a stupidly long travel day for me, and the 5-hour flight feels like something the US government calls an “enhanced interrogation”. I was seated next to a couple who I assumed to be about mid to late 60’s. I set up my phone and settled in to rewatch La-La Land because I needed a feel-good sing-along. I normally do my best NOT to pay attention to much of anything going on around me on a plane, detachment is my coping mechanism while flying, otherwise I might storm the cockpit and take the plane down myself as I usually lose all hope for humanity after about 15 minutes. I guess La La Land does not have the same pull as it did in 2016, because I started side-eyeing what the gentleman next to me was doing on his phone, as he was so very, very i...
