YOU DON'T HAVE TO TEXT ME BACK
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TEXT ME BACK
http://www.youtube.com/watch?We've entered a strange time in our collective history where communication has been made faster and more efficient and yet has become increasingly difficult and a total boner-killer. Because texting has produced an expectation of instant gratification and response, we're now obsessed with our phones, especially if we're texting someone we're totally trying to see naked.
Steve's Husband has written a ballad for our time. An anthem, if you will, for the the unwinnable game that is dating in the modern age. They have taken my Friday nights and put them into words, with a dank beat and a bearded dude with the hook, as I like all songs to be. Never has my experienced been so perfectly represented, including a stop at Dunkin Donuts and a pause to check my phone in the middle of a crosswalk, in defiance of Death and good sense.
This is the plight of the single dude who is frustrated by advancements in technology that have both shaped his life and failed him, conveniences that he tries to use to his advantage but are turned against him by the very people he's trying to talk to. It's also the plight of girls who wish you would just chill out because she didn't have her damn phone on her for one hour. Jesus, stop being so obsessed, dude. It just makes her want to fuck you less.
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