The rise of the mobile phone device has become a curse as much as a blessing. Previously there was no way for parents to be apprised of their children's activit

The rise of the mobile phone device has become a curse as much as a blessing. Previously there was no way for parents to be apprised of their children's activities at every moment. Now, not only is it a simple matter for neurotically overbearing parents to check on their children constantly, but it's also simple for total strangers to "karen" your lack of parental attention. If a busybody passed by a bunch of kids playing without supervision in 1990, they would have to wait until they got home or to their destination, remember the location of the children, call up the police, and by that time the kids might not even be there. Even if they are, the busybody's sitting at home by the landline and doesn't get the visceral satisfaction of seeing the prepubescent gangbangers brought to justice. Where's the fun in that? Now, as a meddler, it's a simple matter of spying the unlicensed skateboard wielding urchins from a safe distance and reporting them to the cops in real time while you triumphantly wait there for the squad car to arrive and haul those little miscreants off to cps and hopefully get their parents' rights terminated for good measure.