When it comes to my computer, I’m not an Apple guy.
I don’t like to engage in long, heartfelt conversations about my laptop, which seems necessary if I were to purchase a Mac.
I lack the required smugness.
And despite all attempts, I have yet to achieve an orgasm over a reduction in buttons and the sleek design of brushed, anodized aluminum.
Bu Microsoft’s smart bra, which alerts women to their stress levels, so that they might avoid “emotional overeating” might finally force me to purchase a Mac.
Sometimes a company is so stupid and so offensive that I am incapable of supporting them any longer.
