I bought a Kindle Fire a couple of weeks ago. Instead of telling you what it’s made of, how many apps it has, what it does, and then sound like an idiot spouting things I barely understand myself because I just ripped off someone else’s review, I will tell you how it made me feel.
I do get some amount of satisfaction from it, but it also makes me feel inferior, and I can’t shake this nagging thought that, through all the poking and sliding, I am wasting a glorious amount of time I could otherwise have spent on more important things. Like playing WWF on Facebook.
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I was pretty excited when I first ran my hands through it. It had a zen feel to it – not too big, not too small, not too heavy, not too light, an operating system that was minimalist – but I soon realised I was being denied two-thirds of the wonderful stuff it has to offer just because I live in the wrong place. I do not have a US address, and for that reason Amazon has deemed it necessary to shut me completely out of its playground.
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