You know how if you keep saying a word long enough, it starts to lose all meaning? No? Try this: street street street street street street str—yes, it’s a little annoying. But you get my point, yes?
While it might seem like a purely linguistic phenomenon, I prefer to lay it at the feet of other forces, like marketing. Marketing is like the ice cream sundae I got once at Friendly’s when I was a kid, the one that claimed it had a surprise at the bottom. Oh, I fully admit that it was quite surprising to find nothing at the bottom, and I’m sure Friendly’s has enjoyed its surprise: my lifelong enmity.
That’s marketing for you. It robs our words of their very meaning. I can’t even say ‘extreme’ with a straight face any more. Silver and gold used to be precious metals, but how I can even look at them when I know platinum and diamond lurk just around the corner?
You see, I was all prepared to go and buy the first dual core MP3 player. I mean, two cores, right? Must be better than a pathetic one core player. Thank heavens Cyrus sent me to Unrequited Narcissism when he did. How else would I have known that the iPod I’m listening to at this very moment is a sextuple core player? That’s three times the cores. Which makes my music, um, three times awesomer (or is it six times awesomer?).
Anyway, I think I’ll skip the dual core player and hold out for the iPod eXtreme, Platinum Edition.
