Last summer, after 20 years of owning and upgrading and playing with PCs — and, all too often, cursing as I nursemaided them through one glitch after another — I finally got tired of dealing with all the spyware and the adware and the viruses. I started taking long slow walks through the Apple Store, eyeing the sleek notebooks… and finally in August I took the plunge and bought a MacBook Pro. We named it Oscar.
At first, Oscar was meant to be Judy’s, since her old Vaio had recently given up the ghost. But a week later, she declared that she really needed a Windows PC. “I need my MSN Games,” she said. “They’re my stress relief at the end of the day. And that means I need Internet Explorer.” Well OK, honey. If that’s what you really want. So we headed to Best Buy and picked up a shiny new Vaio instead, which Judy promptly dubbed Phoebe. She then turned Oscar over to me.
Now it’s five months later, and I’m a total OS X convert. I was sold the first time I browsed my Razr V3′s photo files over Bluetooth. So smooth, so easy. The Apple ads are right; Macs really do just work. And my Oscar is a gorgeous piece of engineering. He’s built better than any PC notebook I’ve had my hands on.
I’m still running a Windows PC at work, and at home I’m still maintaining Windows PCs for my family members. But as for myself, well, I don’t miss Windows at all. Once you go Mac, you don’t go back.