My husband is a ludite
Let’s be honest: I don’t need a smartphone, but I want one. I don’t like the prospect of spending $40 more a month for a data plan when I don’t text that much and have managed, to this point, to live without farting apps or being able to surf the web while waiting in line at the grocery store. In fact, you might argue – ok, I might argue because you’ve owned a smartphone for years and already are convinced I’m a 7o-year-old woman – that my life is more “in the moment” and fulfilling because I’m not playing Angry Birds. I actually have to look around me while standing in line to kill time. Sometimes I even have to talk to people.
But I want to upgrade my phone. Like now.
J. isn’t being all crazy about it or anything; he’s willing to upgrade…but On. His. Own. Time. Which is testing my patience and my current phone’s shelf life. (Is it wrong to pray that I hope my phone goes to the permanent recycling place in the sky so I have to get a new one?)
Even worse: he’s applying logic to the situation – as responsible adults do, we are trying to be smart with our expenses and the timing of new expenditures, especially right after the holidays, before tax time, etc. The smart thing would be to switch our phones (low or no cost models) and calling plan (low data version) after we square away our bills.
Smart-fart. He won’t admit it, but my husband is a ludite, at least of PC/mobile phone variety. (He talks lovingly of a new flatscreen TV and stereo system…but, come to think of it, he hasn’t taken the plunge on those either.) He’s content with basic technology, so for now we’re gonna party like it’s 1989: