I dropped my phone from a 3rd-floor apartment at a house party

My mom bought me my first phone when I was 19.

I accidentally dropped it from a 3rd-floor apartment at a house party.

The phone was fine. It was a Nokia 3310. The brick.

And guess what? So was I.

20 years ago, I didn’t care if I had a phone or not.

My family, friends, education, employment and entertainment were not on the phone or even online.

Everything that mattered was in real life.

But they say the world has changed.

My 6-year-old daughter asked me last night when she was getting a phone.

I paused. Instagram’s disproportionate impact on teen girls is well documented.

And tech companies are failing at moderating inappropriate and harmful content. See Meta. See Elon's X.

And see me.

I’m pretty sure social media has impacted my mental health.

To be honest, I can barely say I’m not addicted to it.

But they say the world has changed.

But has it?

Can we not imagine a world where a 12-year-old isn’t on social?

Free from relentless social comparison and unrealistic expectations?

Let’s save that less wonderful part of life until they have developed the tools to deal with it.

I’m going to keep my kids off social media as long as I can.

And if you do it too, it will be easier for me.

It will be easier for other parents too.

But most importantly, it will be easier for our kids.

Childhood is too short for social media 👇

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