I ride a Kawasaki Versys, think Vespas are kinda cool, and wouldn't ride a Harley unless I was in drag in a Halloween parade, have a BS, double major, have worked in Pharma, Nuclear, and taught at an art college, I dress myself at REI and Wal-Mart, own a tux, but haven't worn it in 15 years, (might not fit into it actully if I tried), I'm 58 years old, consider myself liberal, live in a town of 80k people in Mexico, love tuna, prefer red to white, but would really rather have a cerveza, eat hummus occasionally, and prefer Orangina to anything Pelligrino, I'm good at math, and almost never throw parties, consider myself retiring, yet creative, occasionally elitist, rarely pretentious, I'm not "computer savvy", unless you compare me to my girlfriend.  Who am I, and why won't these voices in my head leave me alone?

More Mac criticism: We bought our Mac Pro and it came defective from the factory and to top it off, the official Mac workshop in Madrid installed Airport without even testing it properly and charged about twice as much as a normal place would have. And they absolutely refused to admit any error on their part. Fortunately we had bought it at Spain's most mighty retailer, El Corte Inglés, and they put their cojones on the table and made Apple eat it and replace the hard disc... If not, we would have been out a lot of money.

And now, I read this: http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/137432/20110423/apple-we-must-have-compr...

So, I would say that Mac is like the girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead... when they are good, they are very, very good, and when they are bad they are horrid.