Guys and their toys
If I worked for Apple and got to name iPhone, I would name it Man-Toy. No seriously! Is there any better name for it? Let me explain.
My husband bought an iPhone on his birthday. (YES and No! He bought himself a birthday gift and didn’t!! It’s a long story.) I don’t want to get into details of what he had to go through to get the phone, from changing his phone company to extending his contract…. Anyways. He finally got it.
As for me, iPhone is just a phone. OK, it connects to the internet. And yes, it can detect motion and has a touch pad and all. But after all, it’s just a cell phone and at most, an iPod.
But for him, it’s a different story. And I am not complaining about his constant engagement with the phone, either surfing the internet or playing one of the 100 games that he has installed on it (or maybe I am! Who knows?!). It’s so much that I cannot complain about his love for his camera or his laptop anymore. Which is not bad by itself, you know. For him, the iPhone is simply the most amazing TOY he has ever had. I kid you not people!! You be the judge:
This past weekend, we rode the skytrain to go to downtown to see a movie. We didn’t get to see the movie, since everybody else was so eager to see James Bond. But I got to witness this: He doesn’t have a data plan, so he cannot use the GPS on his iPhone. But the phone tracked our position and was updating it as the skytrain moved. My husband, a grown up man, was watching the map on his iPhone all the way to and from downtown, staring at a purple point, making sure that the position was correct. Even at some point, the map was not cashed and there was just a point blinking over an empty screen, and he still wouldn’t let go. Isn’t that amazing?
You tell me. Isn’t that soemthing a 4 year old would do with an interesting toy? Am I right to want to call iPhone, Man-Toy?
