I’m becoming one of those new millennials who isn’t satisfied with text conversations. One of my friends used to tell me that there’s always something getting lost in translation, and she’s right. My tone, my indecisiveness, my intentions are all clouded by my text responses. The other day I tried to make plans with my friend by phone, and eventually I had to call her because I wanted her to soak in the intricacies of decision making with B. The paradox of me having a preference, while also being flexible and a little indecisive still.
Now, imagine a world where you can get your full expression across without having to make the full time commitment of hanging out or calling someone. It’s better than FaceTime–it’s video messages!
Marco Polo motherfuckers. No more, “Hi, I know you were doing stuff, but now you need to take your phone with you everywhere you go to continue this conversation.” More, “Hey, this is my face, the twinkle in my eye, and the way I say hey. You can respond when you have time.”
It gives me so much life.
For those of you who don’t know, with Marco Polo you get to record a video message that someone can watch live or whenever they have time. No disappearing act. I can see my nephew singing in those rare moments where he doesn’t realize someone’s watching. I can see my friend jamming in her car when our song comes on. I can share my excitement for Zumba right before I do a workout. And I can “be there” for a friend across the country without having to make up the right words.
Unfortunately, Marco Polo isn’t paying me to brag about it, but the good news is that means I’m bragging about it purely on merit. So you know it’s lit.