50 Shades of an Early Adopter

Roughly polished aluminum, beveled glass winking from backlit LEDs, and an interface to die for—this was one hot device. I knew from the moment that I saw it that I had to have it, to possesses it, to feel my hands caress it. All of my friends would be jealous, especially when I dressed it up in that sleek neoprene number and took it out on the town. I could sit at my favorite coffee shop and scour random blogs for hours, my fingers dragging lazily along its symmetrical contours. How could I be anything other than perfectly content in my knowledge that no one would ever get me like it did? Well, and if I am being honest, nothing would get me like it did until the newer version arrived. Still, that would be months away. Thanks to my saved credit card profile, the future is just a finger click away; I am always on the cutting edge, straining my bank account for an ever-fleeting binary romance. The best part of product design is that it can never disappoint you if you are always willing to throw something over for the next new thing. And in owning that next new thing I, myself am refashioned, shiny and unblemished—the perfect façade for a disposable culture and a fickle society. Hey, what’s that over there? I want it.