Better than Botox

Just when I decided to put away the skateboard and stop playing video games and embrace the whole aging thing, everything changed.

Blame Steve Jobs.

I used to be an early adopter - until it got ridiculously expensive and Apple became the world's fastest-growing cult. I've never been a conformist.

And then I held it: the. tablet.  I was minding my own business on the Santa Monica Promenade when I saw one of the glistening jewels sitting alone on a store display table.  Very odd, since the other iPads were surrounded three-deep by cult members.

The serpent seduced with the Apple.  In my hands was the fountain of youth. Videogames. Comics. Disney on demand.  The 9.7" capsule held an elixir far more potent than Botox. I was transformed like Queen Gimhilde  in Snow White, the magic mirror at my command.

Then I felt eyes drilling into the back of my head. A boy glared at me as if to say, "Lady, you look ridiculous playing video games with curlers in your hair."  

The spell was broken. 

I gingerly put down the tablet.  I was saved. My bank account not depleted by $499. Plus tax. Plus data plan. Plus accessories. Plus apps.

You almost had me, Mr. Jobs. And just for the record, I wasn't wearing curlers.

www.facebook.com/shayholland