smartphone

Being unable to post photos of funny signs outside of bars or live-tweet bad reality TV had more of an effect than I'd anticipated.

Last week, my grid was swept away: My iPhone went berserk and crapped out on me entirely. What followed can best be described as a tsunami of anxiety. Sure, a tech detox seems great theoretically, but on my own terms. This was 100% involuntary.

I crave it 24/7 and it follows me everywhere I go...even to the bathroom!

You wake up in the morning. You're late to work, so you request a Lyft from your phone.

Let's place blame where it belongs—on those who are unconscionably violating the privacy of others.

A new (free!) service alerts emergency contacts when you could be in danger. Is it worth using?

If there’s even a chance that smartphones are connected to cancer why the fuck do we keep using them?