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Last week, I had co[broken bar]ee with my friend Louise in Starbucks. She is having what her husband called 'tensions' with her mother-in-law. As she relayed the events of the past few days to me, her eyes kept moving to her phone, which was sitting on the table. Eventually she picked it up and stared at it. 'You are going to think I'm mad,' she said, 'but I can't stop thinking she is at the other end of the line listening to everything I am saying.' I didn't think this was mad at all. I know quite a few women who stop mid- rant to check their phones are o[broken bar], in case the person they are talking about is listening. I have often wondered if this phenomemon is peculiarly Irish, and if it has something to do with growing up in a small place.
In a city like Dublin, it's all too easy to think the walls have ears, let alone a handheld device that connects you to the world. The women who struggle most with this 'listening dimension' are also the ones who check that bathroom cubicles are empty before they speak. In other words, they were always paranoid, even before mobiles.See the full content of this document
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Talk to these women and they will tell you that they have a lot to be paranoid about. Now that their communications ar...
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