I Wouldn’t Sleep with a Windows User

I wouldn’t sleep with a Windows user. Not because I’m a snob—okay, I’m definitely a snob—but because it tells you something fundamental about who you are, what you notice, what you’ve accepted as normal.

Macs got into my system early. The way type renders on the screen, how windows move when you drag them, the whole invisible architecture of the interface. Someone spent time on those details. Actually spent time. Once you’ve felt that level of intentionality, Windows feels like someone’s been serving you the same thing for decades and you’ve stopped asking if there’s anything better. The machine works. The design never touches you. You’ve made peace with adequacy.

And maybe that’s fine for most people. But I can’t be with someone who doesn’t notice the gap, or notices it and decides it doesn’t matter. That tells you too much about what kind of person they are, what their threshold is for acceptable. Not worse, necessarily. Just incompatible with me. I need someone who notices when something’s been designed with care, who doesn’t confuse functionality with elegance.

That probably makes me insufferable to be around. I’m okay with that.