Stop Staring!

I was walking around today listening to my portable CD player. That’s right a portable CD player. I don’t have an iPod. People with iPod kept staring at me like I was an attraction at a 1800s freak show.

“Come and see the 90s Negro! He can’t afford an iPod and listens to different magical discs that only have 13 tracks of the same artist. He can only carry a few around with him! What a wondrous horrible creature! Witness him deal with scratches and CD stores!”

Its a CD player! People look at me like I’m carrying around an 8 track player plugged into a Victrola powered by a hamster chasing a piece of lettuce in a running wheel that I motivate with a tiny whip that is also a lightening rod in case the hamster tires or dies. I guess its just nice to know that I can add “iPodless” to a the growing list of things people use to discriminate. Yay! More options for living, more options for hatred.

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