The New Narcissi: Hot Pieces with iPhones

Oh iPhone, is there no end to your totemic ability to synergize?

The oft-lamented bad cliché is that technology only perversely distances us from one another instead of connecting us, but yours is a multi-purpose ingenuity that provides us with our most essential of needs: peers into the lives of inhibition-deficient hot pieces and their tendency for spontaneous thread-doffing at home, at the gym, or anywhere else they can find a reflective surface. The deftly cut-to-the-chase Guys With iPhones is glad to chronicle the glorious self-love you’ve helped to propagate. Why, there was a time when Narcissus only had a reflecting pool to gaze in, so he’d be elated with the latter-day myth that apparently no one even remotely unfortunate-looking owns you.

It’s a convenient win-win situation for everyone, the vainglory-obsessed provided with endless opportunities to admire themselves while being admired, while we the beholders can reap the combined benefits of phone sex and the self-reflexive nudie pic in one shot.

Also see John Calendo’s Hello World…It’s Me!