The poor soul. Life without whales is like life without expensive gadgets. Actually, it's the same thing.
In this analogy, the exploding bomb is the girl replying "Ewww, gross, you're a creepy schmuck and I award you two out of ten hottie points" and ignoring me. My bomb-ravaged body represents my self-esteem.
Pretty soon we'll have a society full of people standing still and texting, lest they get slapped with an $85 ticket.