Why I don’t have or want a so-called “smartphone”

It may come to pass that I am the last holdout in this area. This bewilders all but a handful of those I know. How could I possibly not want one of these devices? They act as though this were a Luddite decision, a sort of insanity, Old Grumpness lived out.

Not so.

I use technology (such as now) when I see the benefit from it. What I never do is adopt technology for the sake of technology. If the corporate world holds up an object and says, “This is what you get now,” most people just say “okay” and buy it. I do not. Instead of assuming that the corporation is presenting me A Good Thing, I assume the corporation is my adversary and never has my interests at heart. And that’s fair; if it were up to me, the corporation would probably see some dark days (and worse ones when it actually sinned), so I can’t expect it to mean me honest fairness when I mean it anything but.

So we begin with me thinking the corporation considers me too mindless to do anything but Just Buy Now, and me looking at the corporation like a suspicious car lurking in front of my house or Jehovah’s Witnesses standing on my front steps. It means I will think most critically about whether I want the thing. The corporation does not enjoy the presumption of honest intentions; the default assumption is that it wants me to spend money I should not. It spent a lot of money creating marketing in order to do this.

Must admit: naming it the “smartphone” was a stroke of marketing genius because it hoodwinked the world. This thing isn’t smart! This is just a miniature laptop with Internet and phone capability. I grant that some of them are gaining ability to interpret simple commands and engage in something resembling conversation, but this thing is not a fraction as smart as an average human being with a search engine. Most people just accepted the term “smartphone,” which made it sound as though all other phones (and by extension, other phone users) were dumb. It is my way in life to analyze clever marketing. If it offends me, I feel free hold that against the marketer. So, for starters, I don’t want one because the name is misleadingly stupid and insults my intelligence. For that alone I would resist owning one. I keep retraining myself to say ‘mobile phone,’ but that also includes my flip phone that doesn’t have Internet access.

Even so, I might have ended up with one of these phones had I not come to hate them 98% of the time. Not just a garden variety casual hate, but a long, slow, muriatic loathing that is to be savored. I hate them because people behave in shocking fashion with them. Look at a breakfast table, and you’ll see five people who got together for breakfast. All are silent and appear to be contemplating and/or manipulating their genitals. They are all texting. Some probably felt the world needed to see a picture of their food. Many will take calls at a restaurant table, or just about anywhere, having an outside-voice conversation in absolute disregard for everyone else. They have come to worship these things, to give them priority over the people they love the most, certainly over any consideration to complete strangers. For that alone I would hate them. Remember payphones? Eating in a restaurant these days is like in the old days if your table was next to a bank of payphones.

Then there’s usability. I am a man. While I have a man’s hands, I admit to a great vanity over them. They are big without bulkiness, almost ridiculous-looking on me, except that they border on feminine. They might be the hands of a WNBA center. And I’m good with my hands. I’m the guy who fixes the little screw on someone’s glasses, or achieves some other tiny, fussy, precise little repair. I type about 80 wpm, which by male standards is not bad at all. All this bragging is to explain that my hands are not clumsy bunches of sausage-shaped paw-tips. And yet I find it difficult enough to hit the right depressable buttons on my flip phone. To type on tiny chiclet-sized images on a glass screen, I would need a little stylus. My fingertip is big enough to hit four of those images at one time. Anyone who writes will tell you that s/he expects and requires keys to make, when struck with fair accuracy, the impressions s/he intends. Any other situation is intolerable. And while I muddle with the thing trying to figure out what to do, as when my wife asks me to look something up, it goes dark on me, and I have to wake it up again.

Then there is the screen. At 19″ my monitor isn’t large by modern standards, but it’s large enough to meet my needs. The modern mobile phone screen looks to me about 4″ diagonal, max. This is unusable for any sustained period. So my rejoinder is: “When you violate all the laws of physical space and time, and invent a telephone that fits in my pocket but has at least a 17″ screen and a full-sized 102-key keyboard, definitely get in touch with me, and let’s do business. Until then, I don’t want one of these.”

Also, I can mooch. Everyone else has one. If we as a group are going somewhere, and cannot find it, I don’t need to have one of these because someone else will. Probably everyone else will–and they will enjoy using them to solve our problem. I acknowledge the benefit of access to the data; I just don’t like the medium most of the time. So why not just mooch off those who love the medium? All I have to do is refrain from saying something hateful about the device while it is benefiting me. I’ll go that far. Since it’s a device, I owe it no consistency of opinion. I am welcome to like it in someone else’s hands, at his or her expense, while it’s making my life easier. I can hate it the minute someone pops it out to text in the middle of a once-civil conversation. Next time it does me some good, I’ll remember to be quiet for the duration of the benefit, and we all get along fine.

So I don’t need one. I don’t need to check my email when I’m out. I don’t need to be on Facepalm 24/7. I can do them when I get home.

And given the costs of these things, mooching is no small benefit. These are hideously expensive, with constant ‘new’ models that become faddish and create enormous buzz. “Do you have the new Hamhock FY2?” “No. I’m waiting for the Hemroid 5bs. It has a home colonoscopy app.” Monthly costs are outlandish, especially with data plans. I know because I pay our bills, and I see what we pay for my wife’s phone activity. This amount is far more than the device is worth to me–especially when I can mooch.

And even if I wanted one, there are some companies I won’t deal with on any terms. If Arrogant Turds & Trash buys out our current cell provider, we’ll hit the road. There is nothing I would wish to mail to that company that the law allows, except for perhaps a bag of small gummi penes. There are no telecom companies I want to deal with, only those I dislike least. When my wife’s former employer required her to accept a company-provided Ipad and pay a monthly (reimbursable) bill to Abhorrent Tongues & Tushies, requiring me to send money monthly to that company, I was not a happy person. Had she not been in a somewhat delicate position, I’d have tried to get her to refuse–what’s with this idea of making it obligatory for employees to lend money to the employer? So even if I did want one, I’d be choosing among the least hated, not the most liked.

Now you see what a stony resistance lies along this path.

It’s like with debit cards. Same thing happened. Corporations mailed them out and said, “This is what you get now.” Most people accepted the clever marketing implication that if credit cards got you in debt, and ran up your bill, debit cards did otherwise and were better. Debit cards simply give your money away sooner. If you do not realize why this is bad, read up on a concept called the Time Value of Money. You may not care, but your bank definitely does. I see two uses for debit cards: for people too lazy or innumerate to manage a checking account, or for people who want the free ATM feature (so they can pay cash for more things, again proving they haven’t read about the time value of money). I guess they might be okay for people whose credit or self-discipline precludes using a real credit card.

I took one look at debit cards and said: “This makes no sense. This benefits only the bank, at my expense. Forget it.” One credit union blithely mailed me one anyway. They did not do this a second time. To this day, I have had a debit card only for as long as it took me to drive the mailed item to a credit union branch and have the discussion. I have never used one.

So, no. I don’t want one of these phones. No, I’m not going to chew you out for having one. I may even mooch off what you can do with it. (Not “off of” what you can do with it. Anyone who uses that combination, please desist. It is acceptable until about seventh grade.) But I don’t want or need one.

When you find one that has a full-sized keyboard and monitor, yet fits in my pocket, made by and with serviced provided by companies that don’t roil my stomach too much, let’s deal.


14 thoughts on “Why I don’t have or want a so-called “smartphone””

  1. As long as I had a landline I was with you. Now I have no landline nor home internet. This mobile phone is it. The keypad thing is a real pain though. I learned to type on a manial Underwood


      1. Yes I never liked a screen for a phone. Also think how the smartphone and all this so called “smart” tech is a tool of social control.

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  2. Very well written article. I don’t know what all the fuss is about smartphones. My small £10 Nokia is just the job. The attributable fall in common courtesy and conversation in everyday personal and professional life, not to mention personal safety with people stepping into the road oblivious to traffic, just astonishes me. When I go into a meeting these days, I look around the table. Who has an A4 yellow pad, perhaps a filofax, and a nice quality pen – old school. And while I’m not starting at a screen, thoughts and ideas come to me, which can help with thoughtful writing, and not too much stress either.


    1. Thanks for weighing in, TopKat. Evidently us non-‘smartphone’ fans are not so rare as it might seem. I guess I admit to taking a perverse pleasure in telling someone or some business, who assumes everyone has one: “What if I don’t have a so-called ‘smartphone’?”


  3. Now anything they want to push at you has the word ‘smart’ attached to it, which is really an ’emperor’s new clothes’ scenario, where we’re really dumb to fall for the mass surveillance attached to our every move through online interconnected devices and card uses. My old Nokia is fine, while a relative refuses even to have a mobile phone; but otherwise family and social visits are now most everyone engrossed in a screen, which is depressing, and worrying. I don’t carry around with me anything that connects me to the global hive internet. I use the internet as a tool, on a screen of a good size; and, yes, it has its uses, but I actually find it most limited in reality, and I don’t bother with it for days at a time. I prefer to curl up with my secondhand much-more-interesting books, which I purchased for mostly small amounts, in cash, where there are many gems to be found, because of books being so undervalued at present; which then I can keep for the rest of my life and leave to others. So that nobody has recorded when or what I bought, and nobody is noting what I’m reading at present. So that I won’t be being advertised about my filed-somewhere profiled personalised interests. Then I write and send real letters to people.about real happenings and my own independent thoughts. Which feels much more like real interconnectivity with the world around me.


    1. I appreciate your thoughts, booklover, and share many of them. When most people are offered a new way to connect this to that, they seem to think first of the steps it might save them. I think first of what information it will allow people to mine. What do I have to hide, people ask? Every single thing that is none of our precious corporations’ business, which is nearly everything about how I live my life. Why? I don’t need a reason. Because I value my privacy. And like you, and unlike most, I’m willing to make more than a token effort to defend it.


  4. I could have written much of this. A mediocre phone and a horrid computer – never mind the atrocious price. A jack of all trades and a master of none. I evaluate new tech as it comes out – is it useful to me and DOES IT MAKE SENSE? The CD, and the e-ink e-reader (“Kindle” et al) made instant sense. The smartphone didn’t, so I forgot all about it. Fast forward to about 2016 and suddenly everybody has a comment on the subject – it is *expected* that you own one. Forget that!


    1. Thanks for your observations, Zorba! Obviously, we think the same way. How many other people absorb a new technology does not influence us. Its usefulness to us–and only that–does.


      1. Exactly. I don’t care what other people do, so why do they care whether or not I have a smartphone? Much the same can be said of so-called “Social Media” as well – won’t find me there either!


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