by Charles Harrington Elster
I hereby proclaim 2003 to be the year of the cell phone—which is fast becoming cellphone, so we might as well get with it.
Everywhere you go these days you see people walking around with a cellphone glued to their ear. They're jabbering away, oblivious to the effect they're having on others—an effect that has been described (in The Dictionary of the Future) as "secondhand speech," the verbal equivalent of secondhand smoke.
What to call these cellphone addicts, these wireless public prattlers? Allow me to propose cellfish (or perhaps cellphish), which could also be employed as an adjective.
Now, what to call those few sad souls who still don't possess the means of instant and constant communication? How about cellphless?
Finally, we need a word for the way these cellfish drive while they're yakking on their cranial appendages. (And I think we can do better than badly or erratically.)
Allow me to propose celling out (or cellin' out)—on analogy with freaking out, spacing out, dorking out, etc.—which we can define as "lousy driving caused by blabbing on a cellphone."
So there you have it: 2003, the Year of the Cellout.
Y'all drive carefully now, y'hear?
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