It was Christmas morning. I open a small box. I tear the wrapping paper off anxiously. I discover that it’s an original iPod, an ounce of magic, the first of a dynasty. Years pass and I am in complete fascination with this product and Apple in general. I have watched the progression of these products over the years and have owned all sorts of products including phones, headphones, speakers, and iTouch’s.
Simply put, Apple is cool. I have an iPhone 4s along with some other products I play with. I’d have to say my favorite piece of fruit is an Apple. Apple always seems to crunch my appetite. Unfortunately, I dabble with a PC, only in the classroom though. The relationship has been rocky. An upgrade is an order. I’ve had my eye on a certain Ms. Macintosh for a while now. I’m left mesmerized by her features. Lightweight, sleek, silver, and beautiful. I must have her.
My gears started turning. How are these Macbook airs made? How can an operating system be stored in something thinner than a piece of hair. I pick up the product and turn it sideways, only to see it’s nearly invisible. I never thought about technology. Does it just fall out out of the sky? No, let’s be real, it’s not like money. So, I read. I google. I use my iPhone. I open my laptop. I search articles and my eyes widen. I read about Foxconn, where Apple products are manufactured. Now, my relationship with Apple is complicated. It’s no longer a full hearted love relationship. It’s now a love hate relationship. After reading about the working conditions at Foxconn, my stomach churned. They have nets so that people can’t commit suicide. There are 13 year old kids working there who have logged more hours this week than my grandfather in his entire life. This sickens me. A product I love so much is made in such tormenting ways. Therefore, I guess my relationship has become one of a complicated nature where I love the product but hate what lies behind it.