New Virgin Media router arrives in tampon box
Bitterwallet reader Craig isn't happy. He received a new router from Virgin Media, but it was meant to be a masculine router, a router forged by the hands of gritty, callus-palmed men. Instead he received a package aimed squarely at the woman-in-touch-with-herself-on-a-beach demographic. In Craig's own words:
What exactly is she doing that is any way remotely connected to the contents? Has it electrocuted her? Is it a her? As for the setup guide; all I can think is that maybe the pretty lady is trying to be a psychic? Which is a kind of wireless I suppose, but it’s not very good for downloading Battlestar Galactica is it?
And if there are no ugly wires as stated on the box, how do you power it or plug it into your modem? I guess it must have some of them fancy new pretty wires instead.
I’m going to give it to my sister, maybe she’ll appreciate it more than me.
Perhaps Craig's missing the point because he's a simple man; as the ladies all know, when you've got the painters in there's nothing more liberating than checking email and downloading the latest single from Girls Aloud. Well done, Virgin, for showing your feminine side to the world.