PlayStation Portables are selling fast, I hear. This dude is holding the third PSP I saw on the train today. It won’t be long before I develop another inferiority complex. I think most New Yorkers have at least one in the context of City life.

There’s the urbanite who wishes he/she had an apartment bigger than a glove compartment, perhaps something more like the residences of Carrie Bradshaw or Jerry Seinfeld. Some of us wish we could pull off a more convincing hipster-look. And, then of course, there’s the type of New Yorker who desperately wants to sport the latest in portable electronic devices.

Saving you the complete list, I can tell you that I definitely have the third complex. When I see riders grooving to any one of the billions of songs on their iPods (swoon), when I see a Blackberry, and especially now, when I see the new PSP being held by someone, I slowly hide my 70-dollar Rio mp3 player in my backpack and sluggishly cycle through the 10 songs it holds.

These devices are definitely status symbols. And, really, I wish I didn’t care. But, sadly, I do.