By: Wendy Castellanos-Wolf
It's no news that apple has once again released the new and improved version of its ever popular-culture-changing-envy-causing iPhone and new operating system. The manner in which this icon of technology has revolutionized our culture, (if not already happening), will inspire academia to create and teach courses across the disciplines for many years to come. As a woman in her thirties, the iPhone, just like its predecessor, the good old-fashioned mobile phone, will be a sort of demarcation of time, for I might be part of one of the last generations to have experienced childhood without a cell phone, and then young adulthood without an iPhone. I am certain that this too will inspire sociological and psychological research, but I’ll leave that to the experts. I am more interested in the fact that for many years I resisted this shift in technology and now as sad and as perplexing as this may sound, the iPhone has become my best friend and most constant companion. I love my iPhone. There, I’ve said it.
I have always been a self-proclaimed technophobe who cannot figure out how to use most machines. I fear updates and upgrades because they change everything as soon as I have figured out how to maneuver through all of the screens. Besides not being very good at using technology, the exorbitant prices that accompany these gadgets are quite honestly, a turn off. Despite my technological handicaps, my house and therefore my life are pretty up to date and high tech, and for this, I blame my husband. I’ve had to learn how to use everything from the stereo, which is none existent because everything is now an mp3 on an iPod or phone, to learning how to turn on the TV, which is also now internet based and is a process requiring me to push a sequence of many buttons on various remotes.
I know it sounds like complaining, but I am not. It is nice to know that someone is going to keep me current and hip, (yes, I used the word hip), to the advancements of the age as I age. With S by my side, unless I turn senile, there is no way I will become one of those old ladies afraid of technology. I will probably refuse to learn and complain, as I do now, only to be won over by the charms of the shiny and flashing objects.
Did I mention how I love my iPhone? Well, part of the reason why it was so easy to love, is because was so easy to use, and the main reason it has become my best friend, is because it is with me at all times. Don’t get me wrong, I am quite disturbed by the fact that the phone is in my hand or in my pocket at all times, and even more disturbed that if it is not, I am wondering where I have left it. It does everything I need with so little effort required that I think I might be addicted to it. I read the news and the blogs on it as I drink my coffee in the morning. I listen to podcasts and audiobooks while I drive. It manages my calendars and email at work. I write all of my notes and to do lists on it, tells me how to get places, stores my photos and music, and now I write in it everything I would normally write in a physical paper and pen journal.
The fact that I am so dependent on this gadget is not okay. The fact that if I were to lose my iPhone, I would be losing a great deal of crucial and intimate information is not okay. But most disturbing of all and a definite indicator that my addiction goes deep, is that I had the notion that I would be switching to another network once my service agreement came to the end of its term. I am now reconsidering switching even though my monthly bill would be reduced by a significant amount only because if I did, I would have to give up my iPhone, or purchase my own for hundreds of dollars. The fact that I am actually considering spending that much money on a phone I have come to consider my friend is also not okay.
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