I am cheap

It seems like everyone has an iPod. My officemate at work has one. Half the people on the T who are wearing headphones are wearing little white Apple earplug headphones. Even penniless graduates have iPods. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I see a homeless person with an iPod, begging for iTunes Music Store credits. Yup, it looks like everyone has a goddamn iPod.

Except me.

It’s not that I don’t want one. They’re really nice, especially now they have the all-touch-sensitive control surface and the backlighting. The sound quality is good (according to Stereophile magazine’s tests, better than most CD players). With a 40GB iPod I could put basically my entire music collection on, plus some radio shows and audio books.

It’s not a money issue either. I have the cash. No, it’s a guilt issue. The iPod exceeds the threshold at which I feel guilty for spending money on frivolous pleasures like music.

It goes without saying that we don’t have an HDTV either, even though it would be great for my movie addiction.

I also can’t persuade myself that it would be OK to get a maid, much as I would like a spotlessly clean and reasonably tidy house. I tell myself that it would be pointless because we just don’t have the space for all our stuff, but I know that even if we did have the space and started out with a clean house, I’d feel really bad about paying someone to clean and tidy for us.