I feel like every time Steve Jobs gives the world another Apple product, his many disciples, and even the MSM, get their panties up in a bunch.

As someone who had to carefully monitor the advent of the iPhone 3G, for example, I’ve had to witness the impressive display of toady-like behavior a Jobsian device can elicit in many.

Yesterday was no different. The company announced a newer five pound aluminum version of the MacBook Pro.

Though I’m a musician who loves photography and is obsessed with iTunes, I’m one of the few people I know who doesn’t own a Mac.

That’s right. I’m writing about a Mac on a PC. Touche!

But I’m surrounded.

My classes present an array of black, white and silver company pieces. Cafes—in LA and especially in San Francisco are riddled with jasmine-green drinking, ardent Mac users.

I once had one of my favorite professors, an awe inspiring photographer, take one look at my Compaq baby and say, voice thick with amused disgust, “just scrap it.”

Sigh.

But that’s it. I can’t do it. I’m morally opposed! My dad taught me to question Macs. Frankly, I don’t even know why. But he’s my dad and a computer whiz, so I trust him. Now that I’ve developed some of my own opinions (uh…hopefully), I don’t want to cave in out of sheer stubbornness. Apple says “think different”? Well ok, I will. Won’t get one. Nope.

But…my abashed admission: they’re elegant, light, functional, sleek, practical, fast, maintain long battery lives and are perfect for any Web-based musical or artistic activities. I kinda want one (blush).