I’m back! Posting two days in a row whaaaaatttt?! I know. It’s crazy.
Yesterday while playing in my favorite playground, the internet, a Buzzfeed video caught my attention. It featured a bunch of teens using flip phones for the first time, you can watch it below. This comes hot on the heels, by the way, of my friend telling me that she works with a bunch of children who don’t know anything about JNCO jeans. SCUZE ME? A 90S FASHION STAPLE. But that is for another post.
Seeing these little kids not knowin’ anything about the joys of a flip phone got me thinking about my favorite pre-smartphone-era cell phone. I have lived happily and with loyalty in Kingdom iPhone for almost 8 years now, but before the original iPhone took over my life (DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN IT DIDN’T HAVE AN APP STORE??), my best friend was the Nokia 3300!
This little beauty had a full QWERTY keyboard which made it easy to rack up those expensive text message bills of 2004. It also had the at the time unheard of feature of 64 MB (yes, MEGABYTES!) of storage which I used to store 5 whole MP3s.
In fact, I am pretty sure those songs were:
- In This Diary – The Ataris
- This Year’s Love – David Gray
- Seven Days a Week – The Sounds
- Faded – Soul Decision
- Ocean Avenue – Yellowcard
I only remember this tiny playlist because when you only have 5 MP3s on your phone, you listen to them A LOT on the long cross-town bus ride to class.
Anyway, while technically not a flip phone (I wouldn’t know the joy of the amazing Motorola RAZR until 2005), my little Nokia was the best phone in the entire world. I kept that thing for like three years. THREE! YEARS! Nowadays, if I make it 13 months without upgrading, I feel accomplished.
I also really appreciated the durability of these pre-smartphone phones. I could throw the 3300 across the room at a wall and it would be just fine. And I did throw it across the room at a wall. Many times. I was a teen! These days, my iPhone never leaves its protective Kate Space Contour case. It’s beautiful gold facade has never seen the light of day. I am too afraid of smashing it’s delicate little body. You could take a lesson from the phones of yesteryear, iPhone!
My little baby Nokia finally kicked the bucket in 2005 when I took it to China and somehow shorted it out. It never turned on again. I was devastated. But ad astra per aspera, I upgraded to the aforementioned RAZR which finally gave me the satisfaction of being able to slam it shut to end a phone call, which somehow felt even better than throwing it across the room at a wall. Thanks Motorola for helping to curb my violent teenage tendencies!
Here’s the Buzzfeed video for your viewing pleasure:
Kids these days, I swear.