Southern Mamas Opine on the Call Home App

Hello folks, let’s chat…I’m somewhat confused, and a bit concerned over all the new tech toys, particularly those they call “wearables.” For instance, say you’re a self-conscious young girl who’s taller than all the boys in your class, always needing to be reminded to stand tall. And let’s just say — hypothetically, of course– that your Southern Mama is constantly pulling your shoulders back and reminding you to suck your stomach in? Well, help is here, y’all. You can get yourself a custom corset instead, one fitted with sensors and speakers so that every time you slouch it will emit a loud and irritating sound. Some people might say that’s six of one and half a dozen of the other, but I’d never say that cause Mama might be listening and hey– at least you can remove the batteries.

And how about the matching tech bracelets you can share with your loved one? Push a button and it vibrates on the other person’s arm. These could be used for an emergency or simply to tell the other person that you’re thinking of them. Or, if you’re the church pianist you could buzz your girls to quit talking during the service instead of glaring at them– and before their father thumps them on the head with his big old men fingers. Again, hypothetically.

There’s much, much more, but they all raise serious questions our society’s increasing inability to communicate.

I’m thinking of the recent debut of the Call Home App. Have you heard of this?

It was developed by an irate mother whose kids wouldn’t answer their cell phones. The parent can shut the child’s phone down until they call home for a code to unlock it. Apparently, there’s one exception– they can call their parents or they can call #911.

I’m just saying, I broached this with a group of my girlfriends, all Southern Mamas, and there was a clear consensus. Should it get to the point that they have to shut down their child’s cell phone to get him or her to answer it, #911 would be that child’s best bet.