Thursday, January 19, 2006
This iPod thing is just crazy. Everyone is wanting to have one. That's if they don't already own one. And once you own one, it's like you're being sucked into a vortex of iPod-ness. I never really got into the hype of it. I just happened to own it because of an impulse purchase driven by a price-marketing ploy, not because I was so itching to have one. Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is, that iPod, I think, has become the world's new Barbie.
You get this cute little toy, that's already fine by itself. But then you realize, hey, it can't be naked. It needs to be pretty. It needs to be dressed up. It needs new shoes. And there's got to be something to keep its hair from being all tangled. You'll constantly find something you want to buy for it. Your iPod can go from a plain-jane iPod to a Magic Princess iPod or it can even have it's own band like... iPod and the Rockers.
And then there's the Barbie Family complex. You have the Barbie. But then Ken looks cool too. Yah, he's good to have. Hey look they came out with Stacie and Baby Kelly. They can have their own house, their car, maybe even a mobile home. Wow. It would be great if I had them all. It would be one big happy family. How I wish someone could give me Ken, Stacie and Kelly.
If you think all this talk about iPods and Barbies is senseless, well... that's because it is.
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