But why is a woman’s perspective any different than a man’s? How do we inherently interact differently with the world? For starters, we have smaller hands. That big, fat, beautiful 4.3 inch smartphone that you love so much, yeah, we hold that with two hands. Size matters. Your hands fit around the phone differently than ours. We can hold it with one, but that hand gets tired. That’s why we have purses. All this male-made gadgetry’s gotta go somewhere, and it ain’t in my pocket. It’s a tight enough squeeze in these pants already. There’s just not room for both of us.
We generally have uteruses. Uteri? I swear this language was designed by men. We need a revolution against the importation of Latin words. Where was I? Oh yes. Uteruses. Not that a uterus means much to smartphone designers. It just makes us think differently. How would you like it if your whole body was designed around the idea of sticking stuff inside of you so you inflate like a damn balloon just to go and push the stuff out again? We don’t want you to feel bad about this, we just want you to understand that if we’re cranky, there’s nothing you can do but be sweet and get us a Midol.
We buy for appearance before quality–that’s why rhinestones exist. We want to connect to things emotionally–trust me, men and women mean different things when they say, “I love this phone!” We don’t think in terms of what it can do, we think in terms of what you do with it. That’s why it’s not a 1/16 teaspoon of salt, it’s a pinch of salt. And if we can’t connect emotionally, we just want it to work. We don’t want to spend time setting it up, we want it done.
And so on. Feminine insight. That’s what we have to offer. Mostly we just want to talk. And here, at AndroidGals, we happen to talk about Android.