It’s confirmed. I’m a sucker. I know that Apple could give a shit that my laptop squeaks every time I open it, that it takes a thousand bucks to fix a cracked monitor even while it’s under warranty, that my computer plug was determined too obsolete to sell in-store–nine months after my computer was purchased, that my iPod is guaranteed to die every twenty-eight weeks, that the reason I back all of my information up is not because I’m anal but because I know my life will crash when the Mac products decide to up and die out of nowhere. They don’t care. Their stuff is the best. It’s the shiniest. It’s the chicest. It thinks the way I want to think, it moves the way I want to move, Apple products do it better (until they go kaput).
And now, Steve Jobs has unveiled the ultimate coup–The MacBook Air. So tiny, so thin, so powerful. It can fit into a little manila envelope. The Air is so cute, and I am not only an Apple sucker but an ASIAN one.
And so, if Steve is peddling a new, tiny cute thing, you’re goddamnned right I want it.
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