One in a million

You know, you generally live your life secure in the knowledge that you are a unique, singular individual; like a fingerprint or snowflake, you are Special. Others are Typical, people who fall into big social categories like cliques in a John Hughes highschool, and who follow, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, various social trends and advertising appeals.

But you! You're aware of all this, much too post-class, post-race, post-fashion, clever and Special to be lumped in with the Crowd. And so, secure in your Special Position, you settle down on a Sunday morning to sip your cappuccino and enjoy the Sunday Times (man, I love the Sunday Times), and are confronted by the following advertising insert:

Oh my.

I'm so depressed, I'm going to have to get in my Honda Civic and head to the local mall to do some consolation shopping. And hey! Maybe the Apple Store has a sale on!