Why I Don't Have a Pink Phone

[akirlu]

I have a new phone. We went down to the Cingular store to get one last night, the old one having leapt silently out of my pocket in Metro Transit gloria mundi the previous evening. Oh well, we were going to have to switch SIM chips, and therefore my phone, anyway. So I could have gotten the pink Razr. But meh.

At least the pink Razrs I've seen aren't pink enough. If I'm going to have a phone in a girly color, let it be Playmate-of-the-Year-Corvette Pink, or Hello-Kitty Pink, or Barbie-N-Pepto-Bismol Pink. Let it be a shade that Quiche Refusing Real Men would be horrified to be within a football-field's distance of, and would die rather than use. These Razrs, they come in a wan, metallic, mauvy pink that you might well have found among the silver-blues and silver bronzes of late 80s conservative sedans. Wimpy, wimpy, wimpy. Pink should be loud, proud, and a wee bit obnoxious. Just like my men.

So no pink phone for me. If only they'd had had the magenta one in stock.

BTW, if you used to be in my phone, and would like to be again, it would probably be good if you e-mailed me your number. If you don't have my e-mail address, try ulrika dot obrien in care of the good folks at Gmail.