I recently got an iPhone when Apple released the 3GS version-the 3G version was almost being given away in Japan and I needed to upgrade my phone which was about 4 years old and missing the back cover to the battery. I was immediately won over. I teach at university, so I am often away from my office for 3 1/2 hours at a time,not to mention the fact that I work at 5 different places, go to the gym 3-5 times a week-so basically I am often on the run and having access to mail and the internet through the phone at a low cost makes life much easier. Add the GPS application, which is extremely useful in Tokyo where most streets have no names. The Facebook application allows me to keep up with family and friends obsessively. I find that with The New York Times and AP News (which also allows me to access The Seattle Times news articles) applications I read more news than before. I've uploaded about a 1000 songs so that I can leave my iPod at home on short excursions. The iPhone has made my life better.
Not long ago, I would have confessed, with the shame that some people feel over having had multiple spouses, that I have been the owner of multiple iPhones. As with any bad union, there is a story behind each one's demise. My starter phone lasted for a little more than a year, until the battery got old and the phone, which had never behaved well, really began to act up. The next one wasn't around long: I dropped it; it shattered. My third, a fussbudget sort, got a little bit damp and refused to work. Now, I am on my fourth iPhone, whose screen cracked weeks ago, and which plagues me daily with its many bugs and quirks and connectivity issues. But the thought of yet another trip to the Apple Store Genius Bar ("the Smartass Bar," as one friend calls it) fills me with the sort of deep, skeletal exhaustion and existential dread I might feel were I told I had to attend couples counseling for a fourth go-round. I'd rather not deal with it.