Not sent from my iPhone.
I tried many times to write a post yesterday from the road, but WordPress and my iPhone don’t like each other. Yes, I bother to take the time to follow the capitalization rules for iPhone, because simply owning one is not tooly enough.
And yet, when I send an email from my phone I take the time to erase the “Sent from my iPhone” sig that it inserts into my every email. Because I am somewhat embarrassed to have an iPhone, and because for some reason I don’t want people to know I’m sending them emails from my phone. Why? I have little idea why.
I’ve always been somewhat ashamed of having nice things. When I first got a cell phone, many years after most of my friends (and the rest of the world) I never answered it, because I was terrified about talking on a cell phone in public thinking it rude and decadent. I still feel that way, to a certain extent. When I finally a lap top computer (my last year of college, and even then on a payment plan*) I felt like some asshole racing his sports car off the line at a red light every time I dared take it out of my bag at a coffee shop or library.
Now I have a really cute, really bright-eyed baby who never sleeps so is always really alert and attention attracting in public. And when people smile at him or me or comment on his beauty/cuteness/size/alertness/crazily long hair/whatever, I get embarrassed. I don’t know why. I hated the attention I got from strangers when I was pregnant (and I got a lot, because MAN was I pregnant. One person actually ASSUMED–not just asked if–I was having twins). Now I don’t exactly hate, but am made incredibly uncomfortable, by the attention I get for carrying around the baby.
And yet I tried desperately last night to update my HEY! PAY! ATTENTION! TO ME! DID I TELL YOU?! I HAD A BABY! blog from my fucking iPhone. In the blog realm, this public non-public, I readily indulge and admit shame.
So here is a photo of my beautiful, cute, huge, very alert baby. Unfortunately you can’t see his crazily long hair (instead you see part of my hand, keeping him from falling over by supporting his forhead). But it WAS taken on my iPhone.
*Also, I declined to pay the extra however much to have a wireless card put into it, because “who knew where I’d go to grad school and if there would be wireless internet anywhere useful.” There was hardly any wireless, particularly free wireless, access anywhere in town or on my campus yet. Within six months of my purchasing my computer, my city EXPLODED in free wireless. I carried an ethernet cable around with me to get access to email from the library. Am stupid.
