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Nice work, Mimi! It is supercute!

I share a 450 square-foot bungalow with my rapper boyfriend and my cat, Naima. Between his turntables, microphones and mixers and her litter box, kitty toys and copious shedding, well, let's just say I can claim about 200 square feet as my own. (I like to tell myself that this would be a veritable palace if I lived in Tokyo...) I confess, I used to be one of those holier-than-thou idiots who bragged about not owning a TV. My mom gave me a little one after college and I used it as a plant stand for a year before giving it away. I smugly brandished a "Kill Your Television" bumper sticker on my bike fender (that's right, I was proudly car-less too). This went on for years and years. But then, well, then at some point my brother got fed up with all the 'culture' I was missing (Law and Order That 70's Show) and he sent me a big honkin TV and his old VCR. And I caved. I got cable. Lordy, then I even got TIVO. I caught up on a decade of pop culture. Now I have weekly tv PARTIES at the bungalow where my friends cram in and gather round the set. My internet home page is set to TelevisionWithoutPity. My cat is named after an America's Next Top Model winner. My point is, now I FREAKING LOVE TV!! So I drooled when I saw your contest. The hulking monster from my bro takes up a lot of space in a small room and the color on the upper corners is now a weird pinkish shade (not that it keeps me from watching, mind you). A slim beauty like the Insignia Flat Panel (oooooh sexy ultraslim model) takes up only 5 inches (FIVE!). It could fit on my fireplace mantle. It can even be mounted on the wall! The space-saving possibilities are endless! Do I deserve this glorious, heroin-chic TV more than anyone else here? No. Do I need it more? Who knows? Do I WANT it more? I DO! If you pick me, I, my rapper boyfriend, and my reality-show-loving friends will be eternally appreciative! XOXO, Apartment Therapy.