Logically — and, most importantly, budget-wise — I know it would be a stupid, stupid thing to get a smartphone. But my desire for one is fading a lot less quickly after BlogHer than I had hoped.
It’s still fading, mind you. It’ll seem hilarious that I even considered it in a month or so. I was just really hoping it’d be more like a week.
In my defense, you should have seen some of the blank stares I got at the conference when I explained I didn’t have a data plan. Or a text plan. And it killed some opportunities at vendor booths, ridiculous as that sounds. (Some vendors took pity on poor lil luddite me and just gave me a bag or whatever. I guess they figured I could sell it off and start a smartphone fund.)
And all the ladies at BlogHer just seemed so much cooler than I. (Hey, I may not have a smartphone, but I can still be a grammar geek!)
They tweeted in line to check in at the hotel. They tweeted or posted to Facebook as they saw amusing things that would tickle friends’ and readers’ funny bones. They looked up people’s sites as they met them, rather than promising to do it the next time they were in a Wi-Fi hotspot. Oh, and they took pictures and posted them immediately to Facebook.
Utterly shallow, but I have to say I felt left out. Like the kid taking her mom’s old thermos and lunchbox to school, rather than the one featuring the latest, “must have” cartoon character. (To my mom’s credit, she made sure I had a new, up-to-date lunchbox of my choosing each year. When it was on sale, of course.)
And so, in the midst of all the cool kids, I found myself longing for over-priced technology that I didn’t need. And trying to rationalize it. Think of all the interesting stuff I would post if I could just jot it down at the time, rather than waiting until I got home. By which time, it hardly seems worth noting. (Which probably says something about whether it was all that great in the first place.)
But I could take pictures of things while out and about. Like stores’ hilarious attempts to convince us of great “deals” or something else related to frugality. Or if I just see something amusing. Like the time I desperately wished for a smartphone because we passed a woman smoking by one of the propane tanks outside Walmart. In fact, she was standing just barely to the side of the “Warning: Do not smoke here!” signs. You don’t get a second chance at that sort of thing!
But I don’t really need a smartphone for that. My mom also lacks a smartphone — or any phone with a data plan, for that matter — and yet she posts observations etc to Facebook all the time. Once she’s home. I should be able to do that. Or, alternately, I can check for Wi-Fi wherever I am and just be sure I have the iPod or iPad with me. There are some good things about Starbucks’ ubiquity, after all.
Sure, all that makes sense. Except to my desperately rationalizing brain. Without a data plan, there will be no immediate-gratification surfing to check on deals or not a fleeting (but still witty and urbane) thought that won’t survive the drive home. And, lest I forget, there will be no pictures uploaded!
And, my fevered brain insists, a picture is worth a thousand words (to say nothing of witty/urbane posts to social networking sites!).
But you know what’s not worth a thousand words? $60+ a month, aka a minimum of $720 a year (not including fees and taxes).
I’ll just have to remind myself how much more quickly we could pay off the house/car with that $60 a month. Or how much we could buy in home improvement fodder for that amount.
Plus, there’s just telling my brain, as with any spoiled child, “You’re not getting it, and if you keep making a fuss you are SOOOO grounded!” That seems to work best.