Look, I don’t want to get off—as Dennis Miller would say—on a rant here. Let me just say that I am damn lucky to be one of the select relative few to have been born in the United States of America in the 20th Century. And at that, to two non-crack smoking, moderately drinking, middle-income middle-Americans. Yes, we are in a down economy, yes we live in a world of dwindling natural resources, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to eschew consumer products entirely and ‘return to the soil.’ If I espoused that kind of thinking, and it caught on, I’d be out of a job.
Look, don’t take anything I say too seriously. Most everything that comes out of my middle-aged mouth is satirical, hyperbolic, jaundiced, cynical, vulgar, or some combination of the above. But really, we don’t need to eliminate our lifestyles, we just need to take more care with them.
These entries tagged “fetish” are about that. Taking better care of your inner consumer. I’ve been around for a while, and although that doesn’t make me an expert, I have run across things from time to time that work or taste or last better, smarter, faster, longer, whathaveyou. I want to share my discoveries with you, so I’m going to do it.
And if you don’t like it, turn the page….