Look, the world is not your personal playground. Do not share with us your musical tastes; do not share with us your latest wheelings and dealings. In public places, you have an obligation to hold up your end of the implied social contract by not imposing yourself on those around you.
This is a great wired article, by far my favourite part was:
Personal note to my son: Using part of a rap song as a voicemail greeting, where the only intelligible words are "bitch" and "fuckah," is not a felicitous way of welcoming an incoming caller. While your friends may find this the height of wit, your employer and professors and parole officer almost certainly will not.
Sadly, I'm guilty of that one, with a recent cat meowing voice mail message, but I'm not pretending to be perfect. I for one have my cell on vibrate 99% of the time, unless I am expecting an important call, and know I will be in a busy/noisy/distracting enviroment. Otherwise, its on stealth mode.
The person whom I am most inclined to banish to some tortured eternity was the one who scrolled through 20-30 ringtones on the go train one day trying to see what tone and volume setting best expressed how big a jerk they were.
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