Love in the time of emojis
I recently looked up from my iPhone, turned dramatically to a friend and declared, "My love life has been hijacked by emojis."
It wasn't a complaint so much as an expression of genuine surprise -- an emoji of Edvard Munch's "Scream" (which, yes, exists). I'm a stickler for correct spelling and punctuation, and a hater of lazy text-message abbreviations, but here I was texting my boyfriend, "Good morning," followed by a series of emoticons of "sweet stuff'" -- an ice cream cone, a bowl of ice cream, cake with candles, a slice of cake. Then I giggled at his response: a graphic of a swelling heart. I haven't communicated like this since my pen met an all-pink Hello Kitty diary in fourth grade.