Technology is a wonderful thing and, boy, do I love touchscreens. But I really hate fingerprints. And smears. And (you might want to look away), having to use the iPhone as, you know, a phone on a hot, humid summer day. Ew. Ew ew ew.
I clean my screens a lot. I don’t go nuts over random fingerprints or, quite frankly, I’d drive myself insane. But smears have to die immediately. Smudges gotta go. And I’ll periodically do a fingerprint cleansing. Cases get washed in hot, soapy water at least once a week.
Recently, my husband decided to dip his toe into the modern world. The first generation iPad had been sitting around, being ignored, and he picked it up one day. I support him joining us in this century, if only because sometimes I’d rather shoot him a quick text than call and talk to him and have to do the whole hello and goodbye thing. I immediately customized the apps and the background photo and whatnot so it would be Dad’s iPad.
Ohmigod, it’s so gross.
I think the rubber of the Defender case has started to degrade or something, because everything—EVERYTHING—sticks to it. Yes, more than normal for the material. (I have a new case arriving today for it.) There are crumbs on the screen and dust in the corners and it is so very smeared. I can’t even…
When UPS brings the new case later today, I’m going to give it a thorough cleaning. Then I’m going to try not to twitch when he picks it up again.
Sometimes I think he’s dipping his fingers in the butter before he uses it just to push my buttons.