So what happens when the girl who took unrestrained pleasure in mentally judging other people for being permanently attached to their personal devices (around their kids/friends/coworkers/at parties/in cafes/in airports/in lines/on the street/on the bus/train/basically anytime when you could be READING--seriously, is that game of Tetris you've been squinting at for 45 minutes soooo much more enthralling than a BOOK?!) finally takes the plunge? Does she eat her own minced and measured words? The future has come. And I don't like how it edits my text messages.
