That's Sister, bro! I'm a woman, though Keahi (it means "the fire") can be used as a name for either men or women. Yeah, it's hard to pinpoint my aversion. But it's real, I don't have to even work at it. I do know - and no, there's no tinfoil hat in my wardrobe - that I am quite sensitive to electric and electromagnetic pulses. As a child I disrupted TV reception and picked up the radio in my fillings, seriously, my family had a game we played where I would know what song was playing before the radio was turned on (please don't tell the military). I know I sound like yet another California kook, but I don't brag about this, I keep it to myself, pretty much. I encountered this reaction on a grand scale decades ago while climbing the Koolau mountain range in order to visit the Omega Station, which was the command post for all nuclear-powered subs in the Pacific, formerly opened to the public one day a year (you gotta love the name, huh). After an a half-hour or so climbing the Coast Guard's 1000 foot (titanium) Silver Stair, which has since been shut down, I found myself becoming increasingly distraught for no reason. The higher I climbed that gorgeous mountain the more upset I became. I finally sat down on a small grassy spot and wouldn't budge when we were within 5oo yards of the station. My exasperated friends went on without me and I sat there and sobbed uncontrollably. It was like the mother of all PMS attacks, and the scariest thing was, I had no idea why I felt so terrible. It took years for me to figure it out. And now, cellphones truly creep me out, on so many levels.