Smartphones are great.
Unless you’re living in a log cabin in North Dakota with a tinfoil helmet on your head and screaming about the Vogons from planet Vogsphere; You have no excuse whatsoever to complain about the iPhone. In truth, if you complain about iPhones - you're four score and seven douches away from being on the Mahatma’s disapproval list. While you're turning your chair to Joe from HR and bitching about the iPhone 7’s bluetooth requirement; some teenager in Liberia has to leave his house made of twigs and rain-jackets to go take a dump in some hole on the beach. So whether your app takes two or four minutes to download, or you consistently type “tje” instead of “the”, you have no choice but to bite your lip, scream into your sweatshirt and then smile like the fortunate American you are.
I'm no exception. At least twice a week I have to battle the urge to smash my phone on the nearest jagged object because "Lets go get lunch" turns into "Leyd g og et kuncj".
However, what I feel we do have the ethical right to complain about is our constant worrisome state of our phone's charge. "Chargeaphiliacs" if you will. Kids are bringing phone chargers to parties, adults are buying batteries for their phone's extra battery, and people are sparking conversation by asking "what charge you at?" or "what percent are you on?"
We shouldn't be asking eachother what the iPhone 8 will feature, but when will husbands start saying "sorry honey, I'm below twenty percent" and reach for bottles of Cialis reading... "When you're on low-battery mode, get a quick charge."