There is only one major flaw with cell phones.

You can't deny it. Cell phones have made our lives infinitely better. Or at least more convenient. You can contact a friend from the road and say, "I'm running late." You can check your team's score while at your kid's dance recital. You can send an I-love-you text message in the middle of the work day.

You know what you can't do, though? In a fit of burning rage, you can't scream, "I hate you," or, "You're an asshole!" and slam the phone down.

Because cell phones don't have cradles. They have buttons. Not even buttons. They have keys and touch screens.

Yelling, "I never want to hear from you AGAIN!" is not very dramatic when followed by poking your iPhone or flipping your RAZR shut.

Plus, the person on the other end is left wondering, "Did she hang up? Or was this call dropped?"

Back in the '90s (holy crap, someone said it!). people knew when they were angrily hung up on. Because you'd get that silence and that angst-filled tone. The tone that just sounded like another tongue lashing.

The hanger-upper, of course, got the satisfying sound of plastic beating plastic and the accompanying ring that phones made when shook. And the best part, a hanger-upper knew that the phone would be okay. That it would still work.

You get pissed and slide your cell phone shut too quickly, well, the top slides right off. Now you've got an anger management problem and no phone. Then when you reconcile your differences with the hung-up-on party, they'll notice you have a new phone. And you must pathetically admit that you broke it in a huff.

Teenagers today are missing out. They have no idea what it's like to slam the phone on a significant other or to hastily drop the receiver when a best friend is being an idiot.

All they have are these sleek, space-agey phones that look cool to talk on. But not cool to be angry on.

Kinda makes me want to get a landline and someone to fight with.