I Hate Ear Buds
- Read on to discover how The Lost Boys works in to this ear bud column.
I’ve always hated earbuds. Earbuds are those tiny little nubbinmabobbers attached to your iPod. They seem to last about two minutes and then I can’t hear out of them.
Is this just me? Are my ear holes abnormally large? Do ear buds disappear in there? Or perhaps my brain emits an electromagnetic signal that interferes with reception. Or maybe I have them in the wrong side?
Apparently, there’s a miniscule L and a molecular-sized R to indicate what bud goes where but I can’t see it. Earbuds, in my book, are a dud.
Back in the ’70s, I was a little kid and my aunt was a groovy young hipster. She used to babysit me. She had a shag carpet. My cool aunt would let me sit on her lap and pretend to drive the car while she was actually driving the car and smoking a cigarette. Car seat? No such thing. And she had headphones. The first headphones I remember listening to had Carole King’s “Tapestry” pumping through them. My aunt held them on my little head to make sure they stayed put. These headphones were so big, nothing else got in, not reason.. keep reading good news after the jump!
