While I was at home for Thanksgiving, my parents took me shopping for a belated birthday gift. I was thinking of something along the lines of a handheld clothes steamer or the bedskirt that my mattress has sadly been lacking for two years now. You know, something useful. But instead, I got a Nintendo DS.
My best friend, Tracey, sort of talked me into it by doing schoolwork the entire time I was home and forcing me to entertain myself with her own DS, which she received as a gift from her fiancé the night he proposed to her, and which I made fun of her for endlessly. Because, you know, it’s nerdy. And not in, like, a hipster way.
I’ve never considered myself a videogame person and find myself kind of ill at ease walking in to a game store full of men who know I’m a total fake as I buy my Snood 2: On Vacation and my New York Times Crosswords instead of legitimate gamer games. But still, don’t I totally look like Liv Tyler/Carrie Underwood/America Ferrara on those amazing DS commercials that just sort of show them playing and smiling and haven’t managed to sell a single DS to anyone to date?: