I have been getting delivery of the morning newspaper for a very long time. Ever since I moved out on my own, lo these many years ago, in fact. My parents had the newspaper delivered to my childhood home. When I got married, my husband and I had the newspaper delivered. When our marriage ended and DD and I went to live elsewhere, I had the newspaper delivered. You could say that I am a lifer. There has almost ALWAYS been a newspaper at my front door in the morning, wherever I have lived.
Enter the digital age. Enter an extremely cyber-savvy daughter. Enter an enviromentally conscious cyber-savvy daughter.
“Mom,” she said to me one day recently, in a very we-need-to-have-a-discussion voice. A voice not unlike my own, actually.
“Why do you have the newspaper delivered? You DO know that there are a million news websites, don’t you? You DO know that you can read the same newspaper on line, don’t you?”
“Huh?” I looked up from perusing the morning paper.
“Mom. Why are you wasting trees? You read the paper, you recycle it. Why? Just get your news on line!”
“Oh. I don’t know why. I just do. It’s easier to read a real paper, I guess. I don’t know, exactly.”
“Mom. Read your damn paper on line already!” And then the clincher: “Mom. You’re an intelligent, computer-literate woman. What’s stopping you from joining the 21st century?”
Damn kid had a point. So I checked out various on-line news formats. I discovered that I could subscribe to my same newspaper on line for about half the price as a print subscription. I mentioned this to DD, whose reaction wasn’t quite what I had anticipated.
“Mom. Why would you pay for it? Every paper has their news stories on their website. You don’t have to subscribe to their on-line paper. Just look at their website!”
Damn kid had another point. By this time, I really couldn’t see why I shouldn’t get my news on line rather than in print.
So I didn’t renew my newspaper subscription when it came up last week. I prepared myself to bookmark a couple of websites to keep up my knowledge of the world around me. I was going to give this my very best shot! I was going to make DD proud! More importantly, I was going to put a stop to these incessant conversations that began with that flat, matter-of-fact “Mom”.
And every day since the expiry of my print subscription, the morning newspaper has continued to arrive faithfully on my doorstep. For free, apparently.
So much for joining the digital 21st century. This is going to be harder than it looks.