When Pokémon GO, the GPS-based, “augmented reality” video game was released for iPhone and Android this past Wednesday, July 6, I was not a quick convert. Sure, I felt a tinge of nostalgia remembering my worn deck of Pokémon held together by an oversized rubber band and the hours spent on my Game Boy playing the game’s predecessor. There was no bigger fan of the animated series—who didn’t feel a compassion and affinity for the introverted yet courageous Ash on his misguided adventures?
But, the thought of traipsing around searching for imaginary creatures digitally stitched into my phone’s camera had little appeal to me. I am at least trying to pretend to be an adult, and I prefer to spend my off-time like any other cultured millennial: getting loaded and walking my dog.
By the time Friday afternoon came around, the buzz was so loud that I could no longer ignore it. The game provided exercise (wow! walking around!) and people were getting robbed by real-life armed assailants at Pokéstops. I could resist no longer and downloaded the app.
Do you really have to catch them all?
Pokemon GO took over my weekend, but not my life.