Being of a vintage where I remember how big of a deal the “princess phone” was – finally a phone for the ladies – no bulky square phone for you, missy – we’ve got the newest thing for you. This little cutie sits nicely on the nightstand next to your bed and comes in a new, vibrant color – no more black or dead horse tan.
This princess phone had been through some rough times – a quick look tells us it did a Humpty Dumpty but not all the pieces were able to be reunited – not that such a thing would impede the purpose for the existence of the phone.
In that moment, I had to get this little beauty – after all it came with the shoulder brace which allowed one to talk for a long time without tiring out a hand by holding up the receiver to ones’ ear. This phone was equipped for long talks and it would probably not be unreasonable to suggest it was indeed used by someone with XX chromosomes. Further evidence may be found in the dial – where the little phone number tag usually resides, there is a picture of a woman who is quite casually undressed.
That notwithstanding, what to do with this find – well it sorted itself out pretty quickly – it would become a phone bot, already off the hook but listening to everyone and sharing it with who knows who.
And of course, to honor the scars from past duty, it was commissioned “The Broken Princess”.
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