November marked my post-modern birth. I bought my first smartphone.
After years of holding steadfast to my tried and true flip phone—insisting that I had a better quality of life and was more connected to the real world—I caved. I got an iPhone 6. And you know what? I love the damn thing.
Granted, my quality of life—as predicted—has diminished. When I’m not on my phone, I’m thinking about being on it. I spent the greater part of a Sunday last month on a group text. I’ve already paused twice while writing this to catch up on a WhatsApp chain.