The recent news that European carriers may allow passengers to use cell phones during flight sent a bolt of pain fizzing throughout my body. The skies are one of the few provinces as yet unconquered by the tribe of raging cell phone narcissists who have bullied us all into submission with their endless yakking. They have already ruined transportation on the ground. A paying customer of NJ Transit can no longer enjoy passing through the high points of industrial decay around Newark without hearing about:
A. The progress of a yeast infection,
B. The petty, insensitive behavior of Roberta, whose lack of talent has somehow not impeded her advancement in the company, and/or
C. Carl's triumphant return from vacation in Cancun, announced with serial buoyancy to friend and answering machine alike, as he works through his address book alphabetically, attempting to line up plans for the next month and a half.

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read moreMore frequently heard, however, is this captivating conversation, which is conducted at a volume so that the entire car can be enthralled:
"I'm on the TRAIN. CAN YOU HEAR ME? CAN YOU -- I SAID, I'M ON THE TRAIN. The six-forty. I SAID, the SIX-FORTY! WAIT, LET ME CALL YOU BACK. I SAID, I'LL CALL YOU BACK! YOU'RE BREAKING UP."
On a train, one can hope that this passenger will get off at an early stop. On a trans-Atlantic flight, I think I'd rather freeze in the baggage compartment than sit in a heated cabin surrounded by constant communicators chewing the fat in stereo.
Winston Churchill found noises, especially high-pitched noises, an abomination. In THE LAST LION, Churchill biographer William Manchester quotes one of Churchill's bodyguards, who said that whistling "sets up an almost psychiatric disturbance in him -- intense, immediate, and irrational. I have seen him expostulate with boys on the street who were whistling as he passed."
Yes: an almost psychiatric disturbance, intense and immediate. But I wouldn't call it irrational -- not if you're trying to read. Encouraged by a friend and intrigued by the ads, I bought the BOSE Quiet II for my husband, for our anniversary. He put the headphones on, and immediately took them off: the apparatus sucked all the air out of his head and made him feel claustrophobic and short of breath. He turned to me and said, "You bought these for you. This is your present." I admitted that I liked the idea of the headphones. Because he is a wonderful husband, he didn't call me immature. I found another present to commemorate our years together and how well he knows me. And I started using the headphones, because I really had wanted them for myself. The ceaseless, selfish gabbing around me was causing me an intense, immediate psychiatric disturbance, every time I took the train.
They do suck all the air out of your head. Putting them on is awkward; the pressure hurts after a while. They are huge and, when not in use, take up a lot of valuable real estate in your already too-heavy bag. Once in the bag, they're deadweight. They don't eliminate chatterboxes on the commuter train, but they do take the edge off, making the tedious details of their lives muffled, indistinct. Wearing them promotes a feeling of control and luxury -- albeit a heavy, compressed, claustrophobic kind of luxury.
The headphones can't help you if you forget them, or can't afford them. What then? Recently, I was on a train without them. Across the aisle on my left, a man in his early 30's on a cell phone gave his interlocutor cautionary tales about dating underage girls, and ways to avoid getting into trouble. Behind me, two female college students discussed suntans and skin tones, each detailing a history of products that had or hadn't helped her achieve the perfect bronze. To my right, an ageless professional woman on a cell phone gave precise, step-by-step instructions to a slow or spiteful person on how to locate food in the home, and what to do to it in order to turn it into dinner.
And I realized that volume is only part of the irritation: content also plays a large role. Conversations like this make me feel old and cranky. With headphones on, I don't have to suffer the narcissism of strangers, or get into confrontations. With headphones on, I can also pretend that Steely Dan is still the soundtrack to this world, and that I'm on the cutting edge. I just have to remember not to forget them. ...read more blogs