I refuse to even look in the general direction of whoopie slings.
You people know better than most what kind of rare OCD I have. What happens if I like them? Then, I have to go through all of my hammocks and change out the rings and webbing suspensions that live on most of them. Once that is done, because I never sell gear, I'd end-up with a huge pile of webbing, a few dozen lightweight biners, and countless rings.
Eventually, Genuine Draft would start working the math. She would then discover that there is a whole bunch of money sitting in that pile doing nothing. Further reflection would lead her down the path of wondering what I spent on replacement materials. Her final revelation would be in determining that I am in severe need of a butt kicking. Then she'd probably make me sleep in a bed for a long time and take her shoe shopping.
Nope. Not even looking at them.