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There's just no polite way to say "Buy me things", is there?

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I'm baded and jitter. So are these people. (And why not follow the previous, next, or random links?)

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Doug vs. Japanese Snack Foods: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

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diaryland: entry for 2002-03-03 (19:26)
In which our plucky young hero is not a number, he is a kitchen set.

Youth culture, baby.

Tonight's amusement, because the Simpsons was a rerun and a poor one at that, was a show called "Becoming". (I'll give anything one shot.) It's the tale of a young MTV fan who gets picked out of millions (or thousands, or dozens) to... get a free hotel room and to reenact a music video.

Well. This girl, whatever her name was, was just about the biggest Britney Spears fan you could imagine. The Britney, she loved the Britney. And she loved the MTV, too, especially after she was showered with all sorts of gifts and attention. "Diesel jeans!" she squealed. "I've always wanted a pair of these, but I can't afford them!"

It was, she assured us, the happiest day of her life.

The happiest day of her life was receiving free Herbal Essences shampoo and Diesel jeans, and then dressing up like Britney Spears and lip-syncing. The happiest day of her life involved giving up her individuality, pretending to be a media construct, just to get a chance to buy into consumerist conformity.

"How sad," I said, and went back to leafing through the Ikea catalog. "Never catch me doing that."

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