I live in California where most of my friends don’t smoke.
When I was in college, my boyfriend smoked though, and I remember what it’s like to walk up to a cool smoker who’s waiting some place for you. He’s leaning and he’s smoking and he’s oh-so-relaxed.
Nowadays, when I’m waiting for you, I’m likely to be heads-down furtively thumb-clicking (or side-stroking) my iPhone looking at my photos, reading my emails, double-checking a map, or listening to my voicemail. If only I could move away from my handy purse-size paper-based schedule book, I’d be updating my calendar too. It’s not exactly relaxing but it takes the edge off of a late-arriving friend (or even if someone ducks into the restroom during a dinner date).
And that’s why I said to Alec, “iPhone is the new smoking.” It’s what all those cool waiting-around geeks are playing with as they lean against walls waiting for their buses. I wonder what my ex would say if he could see me now.
I got an iPhone as a gift from my job. I like it way more than I thought I would. New moms, if you can indulge in such a luxury, it will radically change your nursing behavior.