Soon, when he finally gets Spotify, he’ll be able to share playlists with me, and I’ll be able to spam him with Beyoncé songs.
We watch movies and TV shows together, messaging each other “I told you so” when a plot twist is revealed or our favorite emoticons when the guy ends up with the right girl.
Many of the key features of the i OS and Android updates have disappeared, and customers seem to hate the fact that Microsoft has gone for a youth-oriented “Instagram-style” service, rather than the business-oriented, sophisticated app we’d grown to know and love.
Of course, it’s not just the glaring colours and horrific use of emojis that makes the new Microsoft redesign so unappealing.
(We were watching episodes of Sports Night simultaneously long before the New York Times dubbed the practice sync-watching.) It’s unimaginable to me that my dad had to sit by a landline waiting for my mother to call him at a specified time when they were dating long distance.
But my generation’s hyper-connectivity is a double-edged sword.
I can call my boyfriend every day without having to worry about massive phone bills.
When something good or bad happens at work, I can notify him immediately by texting him.
Of course, the Skype team think that the latest update is everything it should be and more, stating that they consider the app to be the greatest version they’ve ever built, designed to make communication simpler for everyone.
Long silences after arguments can’t be broken by reaching across the table and holding the person’s hand.
And eventually you have to shut off the phone or computer and must confront the fact that you can’t feel his arm around you as you drift off to sleep.
Video cameras and phones can’t always capture laughter, smirks or sighs of frustration.
A joke becomes a fight because the tone of a text is misinterpreted.