As we are under contract with Sprint for the next year and cannot move to Cingular, I didn't waste my time saving up $500 large for the Apple iPhone, though it be the joy of my desiring. We will meet in the future, iPhone.
Perusing the wares of the local Sprint store, the MotoRazr V3m (seen above)—for the discounted price after my Sprint-tenure rebate—was undeniably the best value with which I could walk away (I hate rewording sentences so they don't end with a preposition). I was won over by the phone's sleek appearance and various technological features, and yet I felt a twinge of guilt, as though selling out to some peripheral marketing scheme. In other words, being a tool. Point being, before I walked into the Sprint store, I couldn't tell you what a MotoRazr was (I would have, of course, guessed some manner of electric shaver), but somehow the mere presence of that phone was very familiar to me, like those octogenarian greeters at Wal-Mart. That being said, I felt more of a (to quote my brother-in-law) gayrod for buying the BlueTooth headset device to accompany the phone. After all the energy I've spent slighting those who walk so proudly with the bug in their ear, it is quite possible I may be seen wearing one after all, though I solemnly swear to keep its appearance hidden from the general public at all cost. The fact that I'll be in my car at least two hours a day, five days a week, for the next five months demanded I make such a purchase.
Ergo, I blog this to purge the leftover guilt and to absolve myself in the event that any one of you catch me with the wireless headset device (which I've adoringly bestowed the digital moniker, "Rando McBlueTooth to) in my ear whilst not in use. Should such a thing ever happen, please remember I've anticipated these circumstances and please be gentle in your criticism.
This I blog and nothing more.
2 comments:
I can't fault you for going with the Motorola product. I own a Motorola L2, and it is a fine device. But please resist the urge to join the ranks of all the other smug-headset-wearing-bastards that populate this country. If you only use it in the car, as you claim you will, then I can let this slide. But please Drew, don't let me catch you walking around Target saying something like, "Yeah, Cheeseburger Macaroni sounds good. Do we need any paper towels?" This would not suit you.
I agree. The iPhone is freakin' awesome.
The stigma society has erstwhile placed on cell phone use in public is stringent enough, but roundly ineffective.
I guarantee you the rando flashing his BlueTooth headset in Target would otherwise be too sheepish to query his wife about her feminine products within earshot of any other person, but the earpiece seems to evoke an invisible barrier in which the wearer believes his remark, "You mean jumbo size with wings..." will go unnoticed. All in ire of broadcasting his importance to the world.
I heard it, buddy. When you close your eyes, the world doesn't disappear.
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