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I Embraced the PopSocket and It Changed My Damn Life

(Source: wired.com)

The first PopSockets gripper I plastered to my phone’s rear-end was a freebie gift thing I received from some company’s swag bag. Amidst the magnets, notebooks, business cards, and other marketing ephemera, there it was: the circular doodad that has leapfrogged selfie-sticks as the must-have mobile accessory for our smartphone-saturated society. When I fished it out of the tote, I felt secretly delighted. Then I felt sort of dopey.

I had long coveted the PopSockets gripper I saw on other people’s phones, but I had refused to buy one of my own. To me, they had a reputation as a frivolous tool meant to assist the selfie-obsessed, and I feared that once I had one, all my pictures would be front-facing and covered in animal ears.

When I pressed the PopSocket to my phone, the stiff glue felt more than semi-permanent—it felt world altering. Giving in to the gripper felt like an admission of my addiction to my phone, that my device is constantly in my hand or within reach. The alien bulge now attached to its back signaled that my phone is an extension of myself, and I had reached a place where I needed a tool to make it ergonomically more enjoyable to hold.

But it was done. The question was, would I like it?

I did. I do. I love it, actually.

I quickly embraced the PopSocket’s utilitarian benefits. Some were obvious, like how easy it was to hold and stabilize my phone; by pinching the extended gripper between my fore and middle fingers, I cast a visage not nearly as elegant as Betty Draper holding her menthols, but certainly less fatal. It built a little lean-to for optimal Netflix viewing, a perfect perch on the seat-back tray table during long flights.

My PopSocket has shifted from an embarrassing appendage to comforting safety blanket.

There were also advantages I didn’t anticipate. It lifted my phone’s back-end off of tables and surfaces, protecting the camera from scratches. It acted as an anxiety release valve; I extend and compress the accordion back over and over again, relishing the satisfying thrmp sound it makes as you press the button back into place.

The most surprising advantage was the extra layer of protection it provided. Last year, someone stole my phone out of my hand on BART, the Bay Area’s train system. I’d like to say it was not particularly traumatic, but in reality it activated a much deeper fear than I expected. That fear was initially about being robbed. But as I sat on the train, shell-shocked by what had occurred, my first reaction was to call someone for help or consolation. No phone. I knew my final destination, but if I hadn’t, no phone would have also meant no maps. No rideshare app to bail me out with a quick lift. As I sat there, mind racing, there was no Instagram or Twitter to distract me from myself. It felt weirdly dismembering. Since I’ve had a Popsocket gripper attached to my phone, I’m not as reluctant to use my device on the train. Even if it’s a strange placebo, the safety assurance was another unexpected pro.

Over the past six months, my relationship to my PopSocket has shifted from embarrassing appendage to comforting safety blanket—a portable one that was easily packaged on the back of my phone. Around me, I noticed others embracing the tool; the colorful plastic graft graced the phones of my family, my friends, and many colleagues. Still, it baffled me how soothing I found it, how warmly I felt about the solid, meaty grip. I wondered: How had such a seemingly inconsequential tool suddenly, and without warning, become a crucial part of my everyday life?

It turns out, David Barnett, the PopSockets grips creator, had wondered that same thing.

More Info: wired.com

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