Un-like: Detoxing Our App-etites
It’s okay to be hooked on phonics, but not on our iPhones. But we are, by the same design that onceÂ made us trust the health assurance ofÂ cigaretteÂ smoking Â and now incites us to hunt POcKEtMONsters or photograph our dinner on our plates orÂ our dinner on our own faces for the world to see. Just say no!
Fellow sheeples, we are being assimilated into the hive-mind of web apps that know so very well how to push our buttons, or have us predictably and reliably push theirs. If Mr. Pavlov could see us now.
There is a science behind the compulsion to view your smartphone an average of 150 times a day. White rats of the world, resist!
Elman compares the tech industry to Big Tobacco before the link between cigarettes and cancer was established: keen to give customers more of what they want, yet simultaneously inflicting collateral damage on their lives.
Harris, Elman says, is offering Silicon Valley a chance to reevaluate before more-immersive technology, like virtual reality, pushes us beyond a point of no return.
I have not explored this topic as deeply as I hope I might (and I will if I Â can only block out the beeping, flashing, ringing urgencies that are emitted from my front left pocket). Wouldn’t you suppose there is an entire sub-psych unit devoted just to creating the digital app itch among the very young, who are the very most hooked-on-digital?
So at this point, I only direct your attention to a couple of (click-click) web pages to read theÂ TED-talk above (click-click) and if you or someone you know (like me) can’t seem to stop pressing the lever to get a pellet (a like, a comment, an email, a notification, a….) then perhaps you will want to dig further.
Personally, I’d like to find the middle of the divide where I don’t sacrifice all of the goods of information and knowledge and true communication made possible by our digital tools while pulling far away from the tyranny of pleasure-center stimÂ from psycho-cookies 150 times a day that result in very little good and possibly very much spinning of wheels in the sands of precious time.