About three years ago I finally broke down and got a cellphone (I needed it for a new job). It was a Motorola v66, it was already unfashionably old, and it was free with my contract. It had a monochrome screen, the battery lasted for most of a week, it was tiny, and it always worked. After two years half of the buttons suddenly stopped working. Of course, by that time it had been dropped, on concrete, tile, and stone dozens of times, so I can’t blame it for finally giving out. The V66 is no longer produced, so I’ve replaced it with a decidedly inferior, too damn big, rectangular Nokia thing. Enough eulogizing, here’s the vitriol.
So far as I can tell, none of the cellphone companies which sell in America are interested in selling phones for fucking adults. I’ve looked everywhere and all the phones for sale are some combination of the following: large, brightly colored, ridiculously expensive or packed with stupid ‘features’ I don’t need. I don’t want something that looks like an athletic shoe from an episode of Star Trek, I just want a fucking phone. I don’t need a radio, MP3 player, web browser, organizer, color screen, removable memory, or camera and I sure as shit don’t need ringtones. I suppose that these extras are the reason why every phone on the market today is bigger than one which was obsolete 3 fucking years ago. Consider, one of the manufacturers recently launched a cheap phone with 2 internal antennas, which are supposed to enable it to get better reception in places with poor signal strength. It will be available only in Southern Asia (where I imagine this feature will come in handy), but I can assure you that it would be useful here as well, if my frequency of dropped/garbled calls is any indication.
Also, fuck the fucking sales staff. I’m thoroughly sick of witless fratboy meatheads telling me that my old phone ‘totally sucked’. I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion, asshole, I asked if you have anything comparably-sized. And don’t tell me that phone x is the same size as the defunct v66 which I am holding right next to it. No it isn’t, I have fucking eyes. Run along, now, kids, and count your fucking blessings that you can play with your goddamn phone all day and call it work.
Finally, a great, steaming spleen-full to the dipshit executives at the cellphone maufacturers. Attention motherfuckers, could you quit dicking with your Blackberries, molesting the interns, and sending your assistants to go buy flowers for your mistresses for just long enough to go downstairs and fire your fucking marketing staff? My admittedly unscientific research indicates that there is a vast, untapped market of fully-employed grownups who want an appliance, not a ‘lifestyle’ dreamed up by a commitee of twits. Build a phone for Christ’s sake! Make it small, durable, long-running, monochrome, and able to place a call in an elevator underground during a thunderstorm (maybe that last is too much, but you get the point). Leave off all of the convergence shit, it’s just more things to break or malfunction. Go ask the engineers what they can design. They hate you, but they know their jobs.