I am not an early adopter. I refused to update to the new-improved priority inbox until daily deal emails began to smother legitimate correspondence. I refused to upgrade my old Macbook until I convinced my workplace to buy me a 27” iMac, at which point I considered improving my own computer situation. I’m still trying to figure out how to explain that they should let me keep it at home so that a) I don’t need the Macbook or its future replacement, and b) I never again have to “work” in something other than yoga pants.
My personal trials aside, I’m wondering if market saturation on daily deals has finally occurred. With every local paper, e-magazine, start-up-mobile-app-co, and cloud hosting provider taking a chunk out of the daily deal market, I think the novelty might be wearing off. Not to say I haven’t benefited extensively from these deals in the past: I’ve had a few free scoops of ice cream, some lousy Pho that I’m glad was ½ price, and without a Groupon, HD and I never would have ventured all the way up to the end of MBTA route 77 in Arlington Heights to discover the Meat House.
Lately, though, my inbox has been bringing me all kinds of stuff that I would never want, and I’m not sure who else would, either. Example A: a “vintage” curling iron for $100. I have a real vintage hair dryer from the early 80s and over-zealous drying leads to 2rd degree burns. I couldn’t imagine forking over 20 Abe Lincolns for a so-called vintage appliance (even if it is 60% off). There’s a reason the CPSC exists, people.
I keep seeing restaurants deals that are seemingly great with for “$40 for $20” offers, but upon closer inspection, dinner would be $80 for two, so suddenly a $20 coupon doesn’t seem like such great savings for a meal I wouldn’t pay for anyway. I’m guessing the reason that I’m not going out to $80 dinner dates has more to do with the same reasons I’m reluctant to order a $12 pizza from the glutard-friendly place down the street: buying dinner treats cuts directly from my liquor budget, and a girl has to have priorities.
I rode bikes the other weekend and dropped someone who will remain nameless (his name rhymes with Rat Grilled Lips, in case you know him) on an average sized hill. This was kind of awesome, as I typically average negative twelve mph, even when riding my bicycle in forward direction. Luckily, when he moved up here two+ years ago, he decided to replace big miles with big donuts (thanks Verna), and now, I have gained a distinct edge over him that should last for the next four days.
This event was a first, as I’m usually only able to drop out-of-shape senior citizens and pedestrians on foot, and it was hugely motivating. I hit the gym after work for a full week with a sense of purpose not matched since, um, ever. I was fueled with the knowledge that I could maintain my distinct advantage for a total of two weeks, even if he decided to put together two nickels worth of effort.
Unfortunately, this past weekend, I was totally schooled, just by the wind, on the bike path. So, dreams of cycling superiority at 8 mph are totally over.
Now, the weather has turned to something gross, or perfectly appropriate for New England this time of year, depending on your perspective. I’ve lost all motivation to work towards being a mediocre cyclist. So, instead, I’ve spent this past week gorging on ice cream and pancakes. Screw you, Mr. Rat Grilled Lips!