It seems those Brits are leading the Anglo world when it comes to finding new and kinky ways to make use of technology. A week or so ago I wrote about the act of toothing, where one uses Bluetooth to arrange a rendez-vous in the loo of a commuter train in the UK. I’m still not sure I buy it (though helpful types have explained to me since HOW the messages are sent).
Today the Globe and Mail has this piece on using SMS to send risque messages. Evdiently the big etiquette question is whether or not “sexting” or “having a textie” with someone other than your current partner consitutes cheating. Like all importan events in the UK today Posh and Becks play a central role in the discussion. Ah… Posh and Becks… Britain’s annoying, disfunctional answer to Brad and Jennifer. Bless their hearts.
There’s also this piece today from the Telegraph that talks about how one man’s Sony Ericsson phone’s SMS dictionary reveals some less-than-masculine elements of his personnae of which he was unaware. This takes me back to when everyon’e TiVo thought the owner was gay because they recorded “Will & Grace” and “Queer Eye.” Sometimes I wonder what my TiVo or my mobile might reveal about me. Perhaps I need to be nicer to them.
Marge: Homer, did you wear that tie to impress the dog?
Homer: Do you think he noticed?
