As someone who doesn’t own any Apple products — that’s right, people, nary a one — I am often fascinated by the passion that iPod, iPad and iPhone owners exhibit when speaking about their toys.
To an outsider, they look and sound like members of a bizarre religious cult. The zeal in their eyes is unnerving and feverishly bright. Their quick defense against any perceived insult towards the brand seems almost a rote recitation of hallowed Apple lore.
That must be some tasty Kool-Aid they’re servin’.
I was reminded of this phenomenon Wednesday during my flight to New Orleans. A true Apple-tonian (Apple-ite? Appler?) was seated behind me. As he was putting away his phone for takeoff, the gentleman seated next to him asked if it was the new iPhone4.
Two and a half hours later — when the plane was landing — that apostle of all things Apple emerged from the zone and took a breath.
During that time, he had lovingly detailed every feature, every app, every dimple and dent of his beloved iPhone, the number of “likes” littering his speech increasing exponentially with his level of excitement.
I’ll admit, Apple makes amazing products and has even more effective marketing. But even their biggest fan on the plane conceded that his iPhone was shit at making phone calls. Didn’t work well at all. But this too he turned into an iPositive.
“It’s the only way I can truly escape,” he said with a contented sigh. “Having ‘no service’ is the perfect excuse.”
Somewhere, an Apple genius has a tear in his eye.
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