Angry Birds? Flappy Birds? Enough Birds! But Are They Building our Brains?
I asked him to bring his breakfast dishes in from the family room. Then I asked him to put his clothes away from the dryer. Finally I asked him to put down the damn computer game and finish his chores. And my son said, "But I'm playing 'Flappy Birds.'" Flappy Birds? Then I read in The New York Times about how this addictive game -- which is nothing more than trying to keep a cartoon bird in the air -- is taking over America. It's the new "Candy Crush." Puh-leeze. I'm lucky, I'm not one of those people who gets all caught up in these silly games. I remember my sister-in-law (who is two months shy of 61) hyperventilating about "Angry Birds" (what's with all these birds?) and thinking, well, that's just menopause. But then I started seeing on Facebook all these other people who buy new sneakers and make fancy meals and go to parties where they wear eye patches on their faces and other normal (boring) things they p...