Since the advent of iPhones, I have been neglectant to praise them. I have always glanced at them enviously from afar before pulling out my ancient brick-phone and lucratively offered to trade. But I have never held one of those blocks of decadence, costing the better part of $1000, in my lower-class hands (complete with tacky chipped pink nail polish on my dirty digits). Thus, I have never understood the magnitude of the awesomeness of iPhones. However, all that changed today, when I was afforded a glimpse at affluence.
Since Claire's parents deigned to buy her (and the rest of her family!) iPhones, she has been obsessed. Look at her at any moment and sure enough, she'll be tapping away on Facebook or one of her many applications. I have never understood this addiction, but it all makes sense now. This morning she queried about whether or not I took pleasure in popping bubble wrap. Of course I do- there are few things more pleasurable than destroying perfectly recyclable and non-biodegradable bubbles of plastic beyond recognition. Apparently this is a nerdy habit, which makes this story relevant to my frequently off-topic blog.
So, as Claire informed me, there is an bubble wrap app on her iPhone. And the bubbles replenish themselves after a second or so. It's fantastic! She handed me her phone so I could sample the awesomest app ever, and I fell in love. With her iPhone. Because of a simple bubble wrap game. It's obvious why it's appealing, why would you pay a few dollars for a sheet of bubble wrap when you can purchase a pricey iPhone, pay to download your bubble wrap, and then bash at the screen, thereby destroying your investment? It's genius. I want one, but will probably never get one due to a condition known as penury.
I will never regard my brick phone in quite the same esteem again.
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