Sunday, April 18, 2004

What I really hate is when certain members of the male species presume to 'educate' me about my cell phone and how unwise it was to choose it, and how I should have gotten a Nokia instead. The reason they consider themselves such experts? Because they're boys and I'm just a girl, and what would a girl know about cell phones? She's need 'her man' to guide her when he comes home from a-huntin'. It's not like I have a problem with everyone who gives me advice though. If someone actually knows shit about what they're telling me, I'll listen. But not with morons like Mr. H, who comes and checks out my phone then casually asks me 'So when're you going to upgrade to a Nokia already?' in the same tone as saying 'When're you going to grow up already?'. I laughed in his face and told him all that while mine offers me a 65,000+ colors resolution, a Nokia set of the same price range would offer only 4000+ colors. While mine offers 16-tone polyphonic ringtones and supports WAV files, a pricewise-equivalent Nokia would barely support 10-tones. Via Infra-red, I can upload new tones and gifs and jpegs on my phone to use as wallpaper. And yet the idiot doesn't get it.

"What else?", he asks. "What the hell else do you want from a phone?". Having no answer, he rolls his eyes and gives me a patronizing smile. At that moment, I wanted to kick his ass severely and thoroughly. As usual, I didn't. I loath my tolerance/cowardice.

Misha at Sunday, April 18, 2004

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