iTunes is a bit like the old love I always come back to. I remember in the hey day of it’s newness, when the iPod just came out and hey look! You can get cheap music over the internets without getting sued! It was cheap and easy, all I had to do was click and a song was mine! Three months and a 100 downloads later I was in love.

But love is fickle, and I was shortly seduced by cheaper and easier sites like Limewire, Demonoid and the village bicycle of bit torrents, The Pirates’ Bay. Suddenly I felt so stupid for ever paying for an album. I looked back at iTunes and thought of what a stuck up bitch it had become. What a goody goody. It even raised its prices on its most popular goods, the hussy.

But now in Ukraine, where my internet time is precious to me and I can’t afford to leave my computer to download Dollhouse for 12 hours a day, where I don’t want to be arrested for downloading, where I want to be the good little media consumer again, I find myself falling back into iTunes forgiving arms. And it got me again. A few clicks and I have a season pass to The Venture Bros. I’m in need of some pensive Mountain Goats. I want to here La Bamba the way Ricky Valens intended. Hell, I may even take their movie rentals for a spin.

Sure, I may be having file-swapping orgies with the other volunteers, and yes I may be turning a blind eye to how they got their goods, but I swear, baby, I’ve changed. Nothing can beat that instant gratification iTunes brings me. At least for now…