It has been several months since the iPhone and I started our affair of love. Love? Let me explain.
As a general rule, I think love is stupid. Judge me as you will, I think too many people use it as an excuse to do things that are, under normal circumstances, utterly unpermissible. ‘Crime of passion’, general erosion of acceptable behaviourial habits, etc. These are all things that love, according to society, forgives.
‘Oh I have anniversary plans with a boyfriend so I can’t go to an extremely close friend’s birthday event’. Excuse me?
‘Hey, can we reschedule our celebratory ‘you got a great job’ dinner? X’s boys’ night fell through and I miss him’. Go fuck yourself.
HORSESHIT. All of it. Love isn’t blind, it’s stupid. Or so I thought until I met the iPhone. The iPhone is the second most useful gadget I have ever owned. It can’t quite compare to the PS3, you know. Here’s some reasons why I love it.
1. The apps: Goddamn, I love apps. I have 250 on my phone. I don’t use that many. But apps like Rocket Radar and the GO train one have made my life infinitely easier. When is the next 510 coming? Beep boop beep, oh hey, 6 minutes.
2. The ease I can snap a picture and email it. No more freezing, belligerent little twerp of a phone being unable to do so.
3. Video. I take videos of everything now. I could never do that on my BlackBerry.
So in closing, I would like to encourage all of you to let love into your life. Or at the very least, get an iPhone.