I hate Ringtones.
That is, I hate the fancy kind.
In my day job, I work in an office full of cubicles. If I'm not wearing earphones, I can hear most everything that people are saying all over the office. When I put on my earphones and fire up whatever is on my computer, the music I hear enables me usually to enter my own sort of space where I can at least control aural distractions.
Or so I thought.
The one distraction I cannot control is the loud, obnoxious, musical ringtone. And while I don't mind the clash of several musics in, say, an Ives orchestral work, I don't particularly like hearing a tinkly version of, say, the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy invading my auditory space.
It's easy to proffer a socio-political analysis of ringtones. One can bewail the chimerical sense of individualism that the personalized choice of a ringtone seems to offer. Ringtones seem to be one more malady foisted upon us by our out-of-control consumerist culture. And so on.
I don't really care about the social analysis, though. I'm just pissed off. And I wish this ringing would stop!