San Francisco, the gay gene in the DNA of America, now requires cell phone sellers to post radiation levels on the phones on display.
On the one hand, I’m confused. Didn’t they already do that with the whole “3G” and “4G” bit, a “G” meaning “gigawatt” in Doc Brownian physics?
But, I’m also angry.
Well, I’m always a little angry. But this time, I know why I’m angry instead of waking up behind the Claire’s dumpster with blood on my hands again.
I’m angry because I don’t want to know how much radiation I’m receiving from my phone. In fact, there are a lot of things I don’t want to know. What I don’t want to know could fill a volume of books that I will never read. Continue reading Take it from Snee: I don’t want to know