I remember the years when my parents thought these were the worst things in the world and I had to beg, beg, beg them to get me one for Christmas. They'd last a month or so, start eating your cassettes, and then die altogether.
Or worse, they'd work perfectly but you'd make that "antennae mistake" where you tried to push the antennae back but accidentally bent it somewhere in the middle, and then in the effort to fix it you end up breaking the whole thing in half?
Yeah, they sucked. But I still kinda miss 'em.