In Praise of Macintosh
Having worked for so long on a Macintosh, a far superior (and, admittedly, slightly more expensive) computer, I have been spoiled; and have lost touch with you afflicted proletarians, toiling under the grim and unforgiving aegis of the Microsoft Death Star.
It is easy for us, the enlightened and blessed minority, to forget what it’s like out there for the oppressed masses, cringing virtually every moment of your waking lives under Microsoft’s cruel lash of conformity and enforced dysfunction.
It’s not your fault: with no chance to compare that which is imposed by your Dark Overlords with that which is freely chosen-the dull and monochrome of Windows versus the full spectrum of freedom, light and color that is the Mac-how are you to know any different? Totalitarian regimes of every age have kept their subjects in the dark, shut off from any alternative way of being.
(Windows is like the earliest Ford automobiles: you can have any operating system you want, as long as it’s bleak.)
I didn’t want to feel superior. I have always been an enemy of class distinctions, even-no, especially!-in an instance like this, when I am comfortably ensconced in the bosom of the advantaged stratum. To the ramparts! Side by side with our disadvantaged brethren!
It’s not as if your cruel masters in Redmond haven’t made valiant efforts to at least make their flagship product SEEM friendly and, well, sensible-even sort of comparable!
Look how closely (if clumsily) the desktop on your computer has impersonated the one on mine: drop-down menus-check; mouse and pointer-check; desktop “icons”-check.
