By Sean McVeigh
Last weekend was cold. It was cold during the day, even with the sun shining. And later, after the sun had set, it was even colder. That, however, did not stop my wife and me from heading into the city to act like tourists for the day.
We started at Rockefeller Center — you have to see “The Tree” at least once every year, right? (Maybe every other.) From there, we headed around the corner for our main event of the evening: the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, this year celebrating the 100th anniversary of the world-famous Rockettes. As always, the show lived up to its name.
Afterward, we walked east past Saks Fifth Avenue, where we were treated — whether we liked it or not — to its annual gridlock-inducing light and sound show. We continued on past St. Patrick’s Cathedral, then capped off the evening with a delightful dinner at Smith & Wollensky before calling it a night and heading home.
It was just a classic Christmas-in-New-York-City kind of night.
There’s no avoiding tourists in the city this time of year, and we knowingly walked straight into the lion’s den. We were under no illusions. We braced for the worst and got pretty much exactly what we expected.
There was one thing, though, that both my wife and I noticed but kept to ourselves until the drive home: the phones.
Every step of our journey, we were surrounded by crowds of people, and nearly every one of them had a phone out in front of their face either taking a picture of the tree or recording some silly light show the entire time.
Do these people know what they’re missing? Have you ever watched a video of an event on someone else’s phone and thought: “Wow, it’s like I’m really there”? Of course not! They are all terrible. The image is grainy, the sound is muffled, and it never does the subject the justice it deserves.
Even as I sit here writing this column days later, I can’t help but wonder: why? My wife’s theory was that all of these sure-to-be-underwhelming photos and videos were destined for social media. I’ve written countless times about my hatred for social media, but I still can’t believe that thousands upon thousands of people genuinely think anyone else wants to see a picture of a tree or a video of some lights synced to music. No one actually cares about that … right?
Even at the Christmas Spectacular — a show with a strict no-phone, no-recording rule — the woman in front of us couldn’t resist recording several of the numbers, even after being reprimanded at the beginning of the show. It didn’t particularly bother me — there was no bright screen or distraction — but it drove me crazy all the same. I couldn’t stop thinking about how silly it was to sacrifice actually enjoying the show just to capture a dumb video.
Maybe I’m just being nostalgic — that tends to happen this time of year — but I don’t think people lived their lives through a phone screen as pervasively even 10 years ago. It certainly wasn’t the case 20 years ago. I can’t pinpoint exactly when we crossed this Rubicon, but I hope we can find a way back.
There is no video evidence that my wife and I suffered through the cold the other night. No proof that we waded through the untamed masses to see the tree or that we stared in amazement at the Rockettes. And yet, we did all that and more. I guess you’ll just have to trust me.
