Pray for Me: I Have Entered the Crackberry Revolution

I caved.

In the past, I vehemently scoffed, lamented and decried the use of Blackberries as a tool to enslave the masses (and take attention away from other deserving berries such as boysenberries).

In the past few months, however, I've found myself gazing longingly at the legions of high-tech New Yorkers emailing at every turn, with their assorted Treos and Blackberries. I have always loved tech and found that my Palm Pilot just wasn't cutting it. It had no keypad for fast thumb action, lacked easy emailing features and I was sick of the stylus.

So yesterday I finally gave in to my evil consumerist impulse and purchased a T-Mobile Blackberry Pearl. I have since become obsessed with it in the form of crack and have been texting and emailing with abandon. I am now the consummate New Yorker: a conspicuous consumer replete with expensive handbag, Gucci sunglasses, Coach Shoes, Ipod Nano and my new Blackberry.*

I can't believe the way I sold out. I might as well sell ads to put all over my body ala Nascar vehicles. I think my sad downward spiral started with my family's handbag intervention...I hope I don't turn into 'that guy' in a year...

*I still buy alot of my clothing at Filene's and happily accept hand-me-downs from my Barney's obsessed friend. However, come to think of it, I have been going into Club Monaco more lately. Dang it!