My computer is better and I am better: the justified ego of the Apple whore
We like your attention. We buy for your attention
Ever get that feeling when you’re dragging your sorry backside into the library for a desperate, torturous night of revision that the last thing you want to see is stuck up Apple whores and their Mac- shaped egos, sprawled across the desks like they own the place?
They have that money-infused lack-of-stress aura, and are far better turned out than you, cooing over their sleek, silvery over-priced typewriters and matching white accessories. Well, don’t hate us ‘cause you ain’t us.
I am that Mac away from joining Apple-aholics Anonymous; kitted up with my iPod, iPhone, iPad and Sony Vaio, the next worst/best thing from the Mac – however I wish to point out, I neither wish nor intend to keep this imbalance up for much longer. The Vaio happened back when Bank of Mum & Dad was sponsoring – post graduation, I’m getting me an upgrade.
Many people claim they don’t buy Apple simply because they don’t want to get locked in by unique requirements and clever marketing: sure, it’s not that you can’t afford it, you poor peasants. Sure they charge £25 for a plastic cable, but it looks good; and more importantly, it makes you look good.
Most of you get ridiculous grants, bursaries and additional loans that we lowly rich kids are barred from, so quit your self-pitying, walk down to Vicky Sq (taxis too costly for you), and get on board!
You have the chance to cross that threshold of elitist technological wonder, a place where the internet is called ‘Safari’, where you don’t just Google but you take a trip into the wild unknown in beautiful high resolution colour and bouncing icons. Get off your high horse and admit that paying the extra £500 is worth the bouncing icons alone.
So next time you look our way and judge, consider this: we like your attention, we buy for your attention, and whether you like it or not, you know you are a helpless wannabe.
Case closed.