I don’t understand the Apple hate. I really, really don’t.
You see, I’d fantasized forever about getting an iPhone. I’ve owned a Macbook for a while, and I had a hunch that the switch would go as smoothly as the day when I stopped using my PC.
I was right.
Before I made a final decision, though, I wanted to make sure it was the right one. Little did I know I would nearly give myself an ulcer.
There’s a lot of hype surrounding today’s technology. In spite of my instincts, I started to fall for it.
And of course, there’s the trash talk…
Did you catch that slogan?
“We need tools, not toys.”
The first few times I heard that, I winced. If I bought an iPhone, would I be taken seriously? (I kid you not. I swear, that’s what I thought.) However, once I owned the “toy” in question, those words started getting on my nerves. They sounded like the taunt of a schoolyard bully who does a whole lot of huffing and puffing…Yet in reality he’s jealous because the kid he picks on is every bit as cool as him–if not cooler.
More importantly…If you’re like I was–yearning for an iPhone, but on the fence, let me ease some of your fears.
From a distance, an iPhone may appear cute and cuddly. But it’s only as much of a toy as you make it out to be. Honestly. I swear,
except for the times I keep downloading and deleting Angry Birds I don’t really bother with games.
Seriously. It’s actually quite functional. You can download apps that cover almost everything–from the silly to the serious.
And then there’s that other reason people might hesitate. The keyboard.
“Can you imagine answering eleventy-billion emails using a touch screen?”
Ok, so, the woman in the commercial didn’t actually say “eleventy billion”. But a touch screen is nothing to be afraid of. As with most of my life, the only time I ever screw up using mine is if I sit there and over-think things. If I just focus on what I want to say and type away, I’m fine.
Furthermore, as I was working on this post, I stopped to watch a video where Arianna Huffington called typing on an iPhone “painful”. Her comment received only a few claps, not a cacophony of applause.
Maybe it’s just me. But I’m not looking to write a novel on this thing. Thus far typing short messages has been a breeze.
In these e-streets, everyone’s got their preferences. But if you’re like I was, swooning over the iPhone’s features, and hesitating over nonsense, I have one word for you.
Life is far too short to fret over foolishness.