"It's `I'm listening to my music — don't bother me,' " said Douglas Ladendorf, 40, a Webmaster who got his iPod in December and uses it to listen to Sting and Seal on his daily commute in Manhattan. "Someone stops you, and they ask for money or any number of guilt-trip-type things — everyone is trying to avoid those situations. Having an iPod makes people pass over you. It's too much effort to get your attention."
Michael Gitlitz, an iPod-wearing art dealer walking down Fifth Avenue on Wednesday, put it another way: "It's the next best thing to being transported from place to place in a pneumatic tube."
I am of the iPod Zombie nation as of late. I like these views of the public privacy that the iPod affords you. It might come off as rude in some situations, but not nearly as rude as the people intruding on my life daily to ask if I need help, if I can spare some change for their next drink, or trying to hand me a pamphlet.
Very much like living with my own personal, and somewhat random, soundtrack.