… At the very thought of this horribly-named “Internet of Things” device. It’s not quite as bad as the fleshlight that doubles as a stick-blender,* but the name:
What were they thinking?! Were they thinking?! I know we’re supposed to be imagining we’re putting our lips on a special pair of smackable smoochers (or our distant oligarch’s buttocks, perhaps) but all I can think of is this:
At least the “kissenger” device won’t carpet-bomb you into a cratered moon-scape like its name-sake did to Cambodia and Vietnam.
What’s more interesting is that the journalists (and the product’s designers, maybe?) don’t understand the difference between a kiss and “synchronized putting our lips on a piece of silicone”
They need new marketing people and they need to get out more.
(* Not a real thing)