My parents took my phone once in the middle of a severe depression, while on family vacation in the middle of the Georgia woods. I thought I would legitimately die over Thanksgiving break. I pitched a fit accordingly.
24 hours later I was bored, and my tantrum had tuckered itself out.
I ended up hiking, skateboarding with my brother, toasting marshmallows, and having one of the best vacations of my entire childhood. I can still taste the cranberry sauce and hot chocolate.
It doesn’t take a genius to see what the phones are doing to the youth.
It doesn’t take a massive campaign, or a law to change it.
Just a strong stomach for teenage tantrums and a patience that can outlast them.
Take the damn phones.