Being at UCLA Turned Me into a Hippie Mac User.
"Revelation satisfies all doubts, explains all mysteries except her own, and so illuminates the path of life, that fools discover it and stray no more."
- William Cowper
Sometimes I wonder how it happened. I try to think about how I used to be on the other side, a Cult of Mac hater...a Steve Jobs-despising PC fanboy. But now every time I boot up my Macbook Pro I think about how stupid I am for not switching to Macs earlier.
Yes, Macs are simpler. Yes, idiots can and do use them. With that said, they are still a marvelous toy for even those adept with computers, such as myself. I never would have dared get a Mac until I started going to UCLA, where most of my friends own one. No matter how much I bagged on them for using a single-button, video-game barren, fashionably white and superficial excuse for a computer, it was I who constantly found himself in dire situations with my Dell notebook. My research colleagues, who basically all use Macs, would get a good laugh every time I lost data.
The hard drive in my Dell Inspiron 700m (that cute little white laptop) had died for the second time in 2 years. It took me three days in between classes on the phone to get patched through to tech support in India. Once you even get through to someone in India, their position is so low-level it doesn't even register on the ladder -- they simply don't have the authority to send a replacement hard drive out to you without first putting you through an ultra marathon of over-the-phone protocols.
It was time to say "FUCK YOU" to the world of Windows PC's once and for all.