Guess where I am right now?  I’m on my laptop, writing my blog, in a COFFEE SHOP!  Could you just die?  Isn’t that the perfect place in 2010 to write your blog?  I love it!  There are a lot of other people here also using their laptops.  And we’re using the Internet too!  For FREE!  WIRELESSLY!  I feel like we’re having a meeting of a super cool club.   But in this club, you don’t socially interact with each other.  You just feel superior to those in the cafe who aren’t on their computers. 

Of course this club, like others, has hierarchies.  There’s the whole PC vs. Mac debate, with each group feeling it has made the best decision.  Function vs. Style.  Smart vs. Cool.  And while I know each has its faults and its merits, I’ve chosen.  I bet you can guess what I chose.  That’s right, I went with smart.  I’m also just stubborn and cheap, so I went with familiarity and affordability.  My adorable red computer doesn’t have an apple (or pear, if you’re on a Nickelodeon show) on it, and I know it’s better than yours.  Just because.

But that line has been drawn for years.  There’s another class system emerging.  Size.  Netbooks, if you “are a PC,” are the hot thing to have.  Looking around at the laptops in my vaccinity, I see mine is definitely the smallest.  So I totally win.  I can fit my laptop in my purse.  What’s that, Ms. Dell Inspiron?  You have to have a separate laptop bag?  Isn’t that quaint.  I remember when my dad had to carry his cell phone around in a bag.  Your giant laptop is like the Zack Morris cell phone of laptops.  Of course, my netbook is 11.5 inches, not exactly the smallest computer on the market.  So for now, I’m top dog, but who knows what tiny computer might come strolling in here. 

And god forbid someone comes in here with an iPad.  Then we’re practically like all the book-reading, socializing, non-typing customers in here.  It almost doesn’t matter that it doesn’t play flash video or is heavy to hold up or doesn’t have a real keyboard.  Like the popular kids, that thing just looks so cool, it almost doesn’t matter how dumb, slutty, or mean it might be.  You just want to be friends with it.  But then someone makes a weird YouTube parody song to change your mind:

I’m still feeling good about my adorable, red, not-quite-a-netbook PC.  Because remember how I’m blogging from a coffee shop?  I mean, that’s pretty awesome.