I know, I know. Stop linking, Michael. Give us some original content. Oh, I will. As soon as I get home from work, a certain thing that has been unfinished shall be completed. Until then, you should read Adam Greenfield’s Ikeaphobia and its discontents over at v-2. Here’s a tasty bit-sized sample:
You know what? I’m done with it. If your life is mediocre, I promise you, Ingvar Kamprad didn’t make it that way. You did. And if you’re so desperate for your own soixante-huit moment that you can sit there with a straight face and tell me that you’re being oppressed by flat-packable pine furniture with goofy pseudo-Scandinavian names, I’d advise you to spend a few days working with child slaves in the Sudan, or something.
He goes on to defend Starbucks, which is great, considering I may be getting a job there in the near future. Sure, Howard Schultz is a fucking moron when it comes to foreign policy, but the coffee ain’t bad.
Anyway, more this afternoon, soon as I get home from delivering pies.