Admit it. You are. Look in the mirror and say it: I.Am. An. Intellectual. Capitalist.
Quick, tell me what that means! Now! Don't think...just say the first thing on your mind.
You're a smart consumer. You're savvy. You've got mad Google skillz that make you the envy of your friends. You and Consumer Reports are likethis. BFFs. Right? Does this sound like you? Yes, you're an intellectual captialist. An IC. Better than being part of a DINK or a SINK.
Want a new cell phone? It's more than worht the ten hours you spend on CNET researching it. Want to go out for Asian food but don't want the same old, same old? You don't *just* shake the hell out of your iPhone on the Urban Spoon app, you also check Yelp, Zagat and CitySearch and, while riding home on the subway, you add and average the reviews and stars received to see which two restaurants shake out at the top. Then, you call for reservations choosing to wait for a table at the one that's got less availibility. Only then are you, the intrepid Intellectual Capitalist, comfortable with your dinner choice.
Okay, Mr. I. Capitalist. What do you do when your laptop nears it's second birthday? Implement a replacement plan because you've researched them for months knowing you'd need a new one eventually? Yes, of course. The only thing you have to do now is to research external hard drives to make sure the your current number one selection is still the best. Peripherals always warrant less attention until they're actually needed.
Hmmm...it's finally time in the Capitalist family for a pet. Where to begin? Human Society? No-kill shelter? Breeder (reputable, of course) or country road "free puppys" (sic) sign? Ahh..you're an Intellectual Capitalist not a devil-may-care conformist! There will be no uncertainties in the pet selection; and certainly no farm tours that could potentially perpetuate puppy mills. Oh no! You, my dear IC will begin with a brief collection of data on the implementation of a pet into a modern family by researching dog daycare opportunities. Then, you'll check some blogs from breeders who claim their dogs are best for your own personal circumstances. After that, you'll cross-reference with actual dog daycare blogs to see which dog seems to garner the most acclaim. Finally, you'll collect photos of ideal specimens for the breed you've chosen and download those pictures to your PDA so that, in your physical, actual out-of-the-house search, you'll have a visual aid at the ready.
Damn! At once you realize that the people-shaped DNA you've dropped behind you over the last several years are quickly outgrowing the bedrooms you currently govern. You have been caught flat-footed! No research on alternative living arrangements has been completed or even considered. The spousely figure that shares your bed will surely weigh in on this and perhaps even contribute suggestions!
D Day arrives. Time to find your dog. You head out of the city, first stopping by the a winning "Best Waffles in PA" diner and then making your way to the first stop
