Friday, March 30, 2007

Now we're talking

Cell phones for children! They are making cell phones for eight-year-olds. And 6.6 million kids between the ages of eight and 12 already have phones, according to the N Y Times.

When I first read this tidbit, I was amused. But the amusement turned to insight as I learned more.

Those kid-phones are perfect for grandparents. Some phones have global positioning which would be handy if we wander off. Some have only a few buttons. BIG buttons. Some are limited to a handful of callers. And all have cool colors with clip-on features for easy connection with white belts and matching shoes.

If the manufacturers were smart, they would market these kiddy devices for the older generations.

Raise your hand if you have proven difficulty with your current cell phone. Grumble, snarl, gripe, complain. I do.

My children have learned not to call my cell unless they are bleeding. And when they do call, they must remember to call twice. Twice? Yes, the first time I lose the signal while fumbling for the phone in the Mystery Woman's purse. Even if I am lucky enough to find the phone in time to make the connection, I usually don't get it right because the buttons are too damned small and I hit the wrong one. That mishap usually connects me to someone in Hong Kong who wants to be my friend.

Messages? Forget it. I've had the phone several years now and still cannot unravel the path to retrieving messages. For all I know, one of those blinking lights is a message from Thomas Edison.

I don't want to take pictures with my phone. Videos? Not for me. I just want to be able to place a call, answer the phone when it rings, and get my messages when the light blinks after my nap.

Enter the phone for children. Sounds like the perfect solution.

And that leads me to wonder what other children's products might work for my generation? Let's see: diapers, soft foods...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I do know how to retrieve messages from my phone, however, I must confess to moments of embarrassment associated with being a senior citizen with a cell phone. For some reason I can't turn the volume up on the ringer loud enough to hear it every time it rings. It is embarrassing to be in line at the grocery store and have some you lady say, "Sir, your pants are ringing."

Anonymous said...

I don't want to take pictures with my phone. Videos? Not for me. I just want to be able to place a call, answer the phone when it rings, and get my messages when the light blinks after my nap.

My feelings, exactly. I had a hard time finding a simple phone for talking on. The best I could do is one with a built in tape recorder that comes on whenever it wants to. Hell, I've gotten to where I don't use the thing even once a day.

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