i like my ghetto phone.
you know what’s messed up about the consumerism of our society? the fact that people aren’t just content to be consumers themselves. they are often not even content with YOU not being a consumer. take for example my exerpeinces at work. i have found myself being repeatedly teased by a guy who drives a BMW about my car. because my car is a 2000 honda accord?!!!!!! what kind of shit is that. that’s not even that bad. it’s fairly common. it’s not THAT old. wtfx.
another similar example is my phone. people cannot keep from commenting on my phone. it’s so old, they say. get a new one, they say. most people don’t really care, but there are a few that find the need to repeatedly comment on how old it is… and not in a funny way really. is it really that big a deal to you if my phone is a dinosaur? because it *is* a dinosaur. but i like the games on it, dammit. and it has text-messaging, even if i have to type a bit (er, quite) slow… it gets the job done and for the most part, my life is not worse because of it (but only because it has the best game ever, triple pop, on it). either way, though… it’s not really your business. if i like archaic shit, so be it. i mean, it works, doesn’t it? good enough.