iPod unease

I already feel a little creepy about joining Generation iPod.
I remember all the crying and whining about the dangers of portable listening the first time around when Sony Walkmans were the product du jour, so that's not it.
It's that the iPod provides such fertile soil for the blossoming of the unhealthy technofetishism latent in even a hardened anti-capitalist like myself, or in a confirmed Luddite like the wife.

Cases, headphones, chargers, adaptors...all that stuff's bad enough.

Then there's this.

I weep for my country...