I've been seeing a lot of this behavior when I go out to bars. Usually a cluster of girls huddles around an available outlet, but for really crowded places a girl actually has to surrender her prized smartphone over to the bartender for several minutes. You'd think that being deprived of her primary attention source would open her up to human interaction, but the girl summons whatever maternal instinct she has left and focuses only on guarding the phone.
Now, in an effort to document all first-world problems, there's an article about it. Predictably, it's written from the perspective of the irresponsible author who didn't bother to charge her phone before heading out. Here describes how she behaves in the throes of her addiction:
This quote, spoken by a female bartender, confirms everything that the forum has said about the social abilities of American girls:
Even though she crouches the issue of entitlement with the generic 'people', it's clear by the end who the majority of offenders are. Here she describes how girls react to losing their phone for a few minutes:
It's funny to me how thirsty these bitches are for their smartphones, and the endless stream of attention it supplies them. The smartphone addiction that grips that the American female population is so strong that I'm starting to think having a iPhone charger at your place could be the best bait to lure a girl home.
Now, in an effort to document all first-world problems, there's an article about it. Predictably, it's written from the perspective of the irresponsible author who didn't bother to charge her phone before heading out. Here describes how she behaves in the throes of her addiction:
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Anyway, I arrived at the bar with my dead phone last weekend and asked the most annoying question of all. “Can I just plug in my phone?” I began. “I’m late to meet a friend, but I can’t find her. My phone is dead, so I can’t even text her! Can I use your charger for 15 minutes? Oh also, a Budweiser, please?” No, said the bartender, citing fear of liability and liquids. After a minute of full-on begging, I shifted gears to enraged entitlement. “Are you kidding me?” I demanded. “But I see a charger right there. Nobody is even using it!” I stormed out, leaving my beer untouched. At the sports bar next door, Professor Thom’s, I discovered the concept of “pay-per-charge” stations, which the owners had installed to pacify needy, obnoxious people like me and, possibly, you.
This quote, spoken by a female bartender, confirms everything that the forum has said about the social abilities of American girls:
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“People are so entitled,” said Rose, the bartender at Professor Thom’s. “They won’t look you in the eye. It’s so off-putting and unattractive. And I hate to say it, but women are really the worst about it.”
Even though she crouches the issue of entitlement with the generic 'people', it's clear by the end who the majority of offenders are. Here she describes how girls react to losing their phone for a few minutes:
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She recalled how one girl kept asking if she could just check her text messages while her phone was charging behind the bar. A huge faux pas, according to Rose. “Listen, I’m not a runner. If you put it back here, you sacrifice your right to use it,” she said. “As long as you’re polite, I don’t mind. It’s the people that treat us like servants, not servers. That’s when I’m like, You can go fuck yourself.”
It's funny to me how thirsty these bitches are for their smartphones, and the endless stream of attention it supplies them. The smartphone addiction that grips that the American female population is so strong that I'm starting to think having a iPhone charger at your place could be the best bait to lure a girl home.