I've never been so angry and offended. In this week's New Yorker Caitlin Flanagan does a takedown on parental consumerism and the baby industry's skill at exploiting both new parents' fears and status-seeking urges, getting them to buy their way into good parenthood. The piece is pretty funny, more right than wrong, and has enough brand names and breathless ad copy to read like American Psycho: The Early Years.
She includes this paragraph:
The more expensive the stroller, the more the purchasing experience resembles that of buying a car, with test-ride programs and glossy brochures that focus on ergonomics and shock absorption. It's a sales technique that appeals to dads, who are eager to talk about suspension and handling. High-end strollers prompt a kind of fanaticism in a large number of their devotees...So what really gets me angry? She doesn't mention Daddy Types once.