I know I’ve used that term inevitable a lot lately (a lot, two words folks), but there are certain points along anyone’s timeline that are fixed. And in this case, this fixed point revolves around my new (and first) iPhone. Now, I know that there’s a very good chance that the iPhone 4s will like be announced this week, but I don’t really care.
With the move to our new home coming in late July, I felt it was important to have solid phones for both TheWife™ and I. Our experience with the LG Breeze has been less than awesome, and we’re planning on going land-line free for the foreseeable future. So we decided to act on this (this was a group decision between the both of us) and got ourselves hooked up with his and her iPhones. His = Black, and Hers = White. It has been decreed by my colleagues that if a guy has a white iPhone, he might as well be a Cardashian. N’uff said. I don’t think I have the stomach to be emasculated because of poor smartphone choice.
So while there were proper reasons for the purchase, I should be upfront and say that I really wanted a solid social networking platform. Instagram, Foursquare, Twitter. I felt I was being left behind. I didn’t have a tool to keep me in the loop or let everyone know that I had become the mutha-flubbin mayor of Chuckie frickn’ Cheese.
Call me shallow, but this stuff is important. And really, the inner hipster in all of us wants an iPhone. It’s just that some inner hipsters scream louder than others. Hell, I have the trifecta of inner hipster with my Apple Inc. catalog. Macbook, iPhone, and iPad (not to mention the slew of other Apple products that can be found in numerous boxes throughout my mothers home). And now I can demonstrate exactly how with it I am when I’m checking in to show off my most neuveau discovery at Staples or Walmart.
Of course, there is a down side to all this. I’ve sold my soul to my loathed enemy Rogers for the sake of a 40% discount courtesy of my employer. This further stretches the size of my mouth since along with my ruing of Rogers, I have also agreed to pay smartphone fees which I have vehemently spoke out against in my past. The lesson here folks is simple. My words are not rocks. Instead, they are soap and can easily be washed away after a quick lather and rinse. So while I have proven to you all how weak willed I am, at least I can say that I too now have a cool smartphone.. and that Steve Jobs and the ghost of Ted Rogers have won.