Remember the first time you recorded your own voice and then listened to it? For me, it was on a large black tape recorder owned by my elementary school. I remember cringing at the sound of my voice and thinking that the machine must have distorted it to create that annoying whine. Interesting that technology hasn’t advanced much since then because that same voice exists on my voicemail today. Hmmm.
When I was pregnant with my son, we bought our first video camera to document our miracle baby and all of his milestones. Five years later, I still run for cover when my husband grabs the camera to catch me and the kids dancing in the living room or playing soccer in the backyard. I like to consider myself more of a director type than the actual on-screen talent.
I recently splurged and purchased my first smartphone. It’s everything I could want in a phone and more. What’s the more? Video chat. Why on earth would I ever want to video chat?! I love a good Google Talk as much as the next person, but by talk I really mean type.
When I get home from my day job, the real work begins…cooking, cleaning, kids to bed, and finally a killer workout. By the time I’m ready to hop online, I ain’t too pretty. The last thing I want is to do is chat with my friends and family sporting a sweaty ponytail and a spaghetti-stained tank. Have you ever seen what you look like through the phone camera anyway? Talk about a close-up…your forehead looks twice as big, your eyes are slightly crossed, and your pores are enormous. Vain? Absolutely.
Will I never video chat? Well, I must admit that I do look forward to personally blowing my babies a kiss goodnight during my next trip to New Jersey. For that alone, I’ll learn to tolerate the feature. But don’t expect an invitation from me to video chat with you anytime soon.
