Why a child old enough to find Bratz appealing needs an iPod is beyond me, but I'm slightly won over by how obnoxious this entire package is. As if teenagers weren't annoying enough, we now feel the need to extend the stupidity well into pre-puberty. And I can complain all I want while some little girl is inconceivably moved by Miley Cyrus via these headphones, completely oblivious to my ultimately petty gaze. There's a kind of magic in that.