I’ve been gone for a minute but I’m back with the … wow, I just really dated myself with that intro, didn’t I. Whatever happened to Lil Kim anyway?
Anyway, I’m officially the last New Yorker to get an Ipod. No, don’t try to make me feel any better – I realize the benefits of my lowly, iPodless station; bereft of the trendy earbuds, adventures unnarrated by soundtrack, inability to tune out passersby, blah. So after landing this relatively sweet gig downtown and actually having a regular income again, I thought I would drop a couple hundred on one of those snazzy new 20GB deals – iPhoto, click wheel, extended battery life, the whole shebangabang. That is, until I heard about that poor kid getting jumped over the weekend. (Please see 2 Are Charged With Murder in IPod Theft)
This morning, I was reading the crappy free paper (not Metro – that other one) on the train and saw a “poll”, asking people what they thought about the violence. “I grew up in a rough neighborhood,” one guy said, “so if they want my iPod, they’ll have to kill me first.” Hardee har har.
So now I’m considering a reconsideration. In my day, they used to jump kids for nice sneakers and North Face gear. (Boy, did that wipe the smug look off those prep school kids’ faces.) But I never had or wore either of those things. I can’t help but think how my $317 (including tax) could be better spent; I could donate to my high school, to Planned Parenthood, to my credit card bill. Then again, even my broke socialist friends have iPods. What’s a girl to do?