We spotted the gentleman on the left at (of course) a Starbucks. After carefully setting up camp with his Apple notebook and a conspicuously placed iPhone on the table in front of him, he decided it was time to relax and whipped out his iPad. You can't see the look on his face, but we did, and we suspect he had a Nano shoved up his ass too. And this is the problem with this cult—there are virtually no other brands that appeal to people prone to this kind of compound label whoring, and the few exceptions to the rule don't put him in good company. We're reminded of the Larry King Family Ed Hardy Incident (shudder).