Subtitled: The only difference between a boy and a man is the price of his toys.
Today at work, while doing a little research for a MPSIMS thread I was going to write about Jenny Holzer’s Truisms, I stumbled across this Logo Christmas Tree on a radical (or activist - depending on your perspective) web site called ‘funk the system’.
There was someting about that Christmas tree image that stuck in my head today; it said something to me and really got me thinking. I have no idea who created it - so I obviously cant give proper credit.
Anyway, after getting home tonight, I went upstairs to the office to check my e-mail. Message #1 - (an attachment from the love of my life entitled, “Before You Do Any Holiday Shopping For Me - Start Here”) - couldn’t have been more timely. After I followed the link, I realized that much like the image of that tree I’d seen earlier in the day, the Neiman Marcus Fantasy Gift Catalog (an annual blurb seen on the nightly newscasts that’s more a publicity stunt than an actual retail catalog) was once again brought front and center.
Oddly enough, I can’t find a mention of Neiman Marcus’ extravagant holiday gift recommendations anywhere on these boards. Sure, Wireless started a rant entitled ‘I just received my first CHRISTMAS catalog!!!’ back in June 1999 and Ayesha made reference to their “infamous cookies” in November of that same year…but I can’t even find one mention of their ‘Fantasy Gifts’
Man, I really, really want that submarine. (and, just to bust yer stereotype, I’m female) The dress is hideous and what could you do with a Potato Head? But that submarine, neat…
Actually, instead of a Zeppelin, I would rather have the rights to one more Led Zeppelin concert (and I would gladly pay $10,000,000 as I could easily quadruple that with ticket sales for a single concert of theirs.)
My first choice would be the dress. However that isn’t an option… I’d have a very hard choice between the Las Vegas trike and the bowling alley. (But the trike would win, It’s too damn cool)
And then I’d visit one Doper per weekend for the rest of my life. I figure you’d all give me enough money not to come, or to send me away once I showed up, I could pay off the tickets in no time!