by Sean Croxton
I love my iPhone.
She’s takes such good care of me.
She tells me when I have an appointment. Keeps me from getting lost. Plays my favorite songs. And she lets me kick some major butt in Words with Friends.
I seldom leave home without her. You can say we’re attached at the hip.
Over the last day or two, my iPhone and I have grown distant. I’m not sure if I can trust her anymore. I even cheated on her today. I left her zipped away in my backpack while I used my landline. Twice.
Yes, I have a landline.
While knowing how much my baby oozes with love and tenderness, I’ve also been well aware of the fact that she emits quite a bit of radiation.
No woman is perfect, I guess.
Maybe it all began when I heard Dr. Oz on a local radio program stating that he would not allow his kids to have cell phones. Quite a statement for a man with such strong commercial ties.
But if there is something I know for sure, it is that the following statements from Dr. Devra Davis’ book Disconnect: The Truth about Cell Phone Radiation have me keeping my love at arm’s length:
1. Did you know that most cell phones come with a notice that says, “do not hold closer than one inch from your body”?
2. Did you know that insurance companies refuse to provide coverage to cell phone companies and operators in case of claims of health damage from long-term operation of their devices?
Is my cellular love a black widow at heart?
I thought I was playing it safe. I won’t even talk on my iPhone if I have to hold it up to my ear. This is partially out of sheer laziness, but I’d also rather not hold a device pouring out radiation at the rate of two billion cycles per second right up to my brain. I lost enough brain cells in college! So instead, I use my earbuds and chat away with my phone stowed safely away in my pocket. So I thought.
Today, as I prepared for Thursday night’s UW Radio show with the author of Disconnect, my relationship was dealt a major blow.
This one was below the belt.
Turns out my pocket may not be the best place for my iPhone. I may be saving my brain, but I’m hurting “my guys”. You know, my little soldiers. Mom’s grandkids. My Olympic swim team. Or as my buddy Mike calls them: my seeds.
Turns out that there are multiple studies from multiple nations showing that men who keep their cell phones turned on in their pockets for hours a day have fewer sperm with more deformities. (Davis, 138) In fact, upon the advent of the radar, sailors would use the new technology for more than detecting German fighter planes. They used radar as birth control! Standing in front of high frequencies of electromagnetic radiation just seemed like a better idea than having a baby mama (and baby) overseas.
The electromagnetic frequencies (EMFs) don’t necessarily kill sperm. Rather, they hamper their swimming skills. With each ejaculation (skeet!), up to a half billion swimmers blast off at a starting speed of ten miles per hour with a common target, a waiting egg. Some get lost or run out of steam. Others die at sea. But as you know, baby-making only requires one sperm to reach its final destination. The best swimmer wins.
It looks something like this:
According to Davis, “if the sperm were the size of a human, a successful one would need to stay on course and swim from Los Angeles to Hawaii to arrive at its target”.
I want Michael Phelps sperm. But if I had to guess, a lot of my guys are on the injured list. And we’re a few men short.
Of research conducted by Ashok Agarwal, esteemed andrologist and director of the Andrology Laboratory and Reproductive Tissue Bank, Davis writes “men with the lowest sperm count were significantly more likely to keep their phones on their bodies all the time, usually in their pockets. By all measures, men who used no cell phones had far more healthy sperm than those who used a phone two or four or more hours a day, and those who reported using a phone for four hours or more had the lowest and sickliest sperm.”
Another of Agarwal’s studies showed that sperm exposed to the highest levels of cell phone radiation had the most deformities and the worst swimming abilities.
Before you call me a quack and accuse me of reporting merely one scientist’s findings, Agarwal is not alone.
In Australia, Laureate Professor John Aitken’s analysis of human male germ cells showed that after a little more than a day of exposure to cell phone radiation, sperm become sluggish swimmers. (Davis, 142)
In Hungary, researchers at the prestigious University of Szeged found that men who used cell phones the most had the slowest- and worst–swimming sperm. (Davis, 143).
At a Polish fertility clinic, men reporting the highest use of cell phones had the lowest and sickest sperm. (Davis, 143)
In Turkey, researchers have found impaired movement in human sperm exposed to cell-phone-type radiation. (Davis, 143)
Sounds like The Pill for men.
But before all the guys start freaking out, I must do the responsible thing and say that despite the above findings, there is no conclusive research proving that cell phone radiation impairs male fertility.
Yeah, she may be crippling my guys and potentially damaging my brain, but I’m not breaking up with my iPhone just yet. I’d miss her too much and I have zero sense of direction. Instead, I’ll keep her out of my pocket and away from my noodle. I’m sure she’ll understand. The last thing she’d ever want to do is hurt me.
Tune in tomorrow for another raw cooking (how’s that for an oxymoron?) video with Melissa and me. Then, on Thursday, I’ll introduce you to a guy named SAM.
And of course, don’t miss UW Radio Thursday night with Disconnect author Dr. Devra Davis. I have a feeling she’ll be dropping lots of truth bombs on us.
The cell phone industry’s radar is about to light up.