Sucks to be you, poors!
Yeah, I love living in a place where we have dirt roads, dirt-poor people (by American standards), but the urban-dwelling BB tells me to feel guilty about my overwhelming paleness. Then they plug crap like this. Maybe next they'll tell me about the hip restaurant I couldn't afford to get a reservation to. Yeah, I chalk it up to guilt on their part.
Meanwhile, I guard a pair of these with my life:
They were cheap when I bought 'em ($20 then, more like $30 when you can find them), they break easily, and like most Sony consumer gear have almost no copper in those insulators. But they sound okay.
Not my photo, but I have one of those Sansas stashed away somewhere. Get a refurb, add Rockbox, and you have a heck of a dedicated MP3 player there.