I suddenly get this picture of a really fat woman spring into my mind whenever I hear the words Rosetta Stone. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I don’t know any Rosettas, while the name sounds vaguely like Rosanne, and Rosanne was (and probably still is if she’s not dead from diabetes) a big fat American woman who had her own hugely successful sitcom. Another possibility is that this fat woman in my mind is just a representation of Rosetta Stone’s phenomenal success; they’ve made so much money, and perhaps my mind’s mysterious big bellied lady is actually a symbol of the corportate fat cats sitting behind the scenes, guzzling down escargot and letting out deep, bellowing laughs (the kind only really fat people are capable of) every time another person buys a language learning pack of them for $400.
But yeh… the course is a rip-off. Don’t get it.
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