Helen We never talk about it, my friends and me. But sex, except for some occasional ribald comments about a movie star, is never discussed. We are most respectable. I serve on the hospital board, another volunteers at the library; a third is involved with conservation. We get out the vote, belong to MADD. We are the most proper of ladies.
Such technology will presumably benefit certain people, such as those trying to conceive, but I am not sure how helpful this app will be to the average user, beyond replacing the traditional notch on the bedpost. Will we ever really tell the truth about our sex lives — even to our own iPhones? Could information about our safe sex practices — or the lack of them — be used against us at some future time? And yet human beings need validation, and many seek it avidly. Our phones are beginning to take on the roles of conscience-surrogates, father-confessors, spokesmen for our prefrontal cortexes. We want their approval: