I've traveled 18,054 miles on airplanes this year. That's 27 flights. And on each of those 27 takeoffs and 27 landings, a hungover flight attendant has asked me and my fellow travelers to turn off our phones. I didn't, not once. And you know what? I didn't die. All 27 planes found the runway, none of their engines sputtered out.
We didn't survive because we were lucky. We made it across those 18,054 miles unscathed because fear of cellphones crashing airplanes in 2012 is like being afraid of warlocks or a Wham! reunion. It's not. a. real. thing. The FCC, the original phones-on-planes fearmonger, even said so today point blank. So why is the FAA is the only organization in the entire civilized world that won't admit it?