An existential crisis

So, if I embrace the iPod, does that make me some sort of tragic figure? Do I perpetuate my own demise as a member of a mini-mass phenomenon? All this existentialism makes my head hurt.
I've put two versions of the same song on a mix CD before ("Whole Of the Moon," originally by The Waterboys, covered by Mandy Moore), and I thought it was just cool, not an indication of my snobbery.
I think I ultimately remain confortable, if somewhat embarrased by my impending obsolesence. "Because let's face it, only one thing is more incorrigible than my snobbery, people, and that's your indefensibly crappy taste in music."

(link via Angry Hippie)