When I read articles like this, I'm amazed at how much some people misunderstand what I like about my iPhone. I develop a mental picture of a squirrely, mad-sc

When I read articles like this, I'm amazed at how much some people misunderstand what I like about my iPhone. I develop a mental picture of a squirrely, mad-scientist type who has just developed a cyborg lover and is frantically pitching it to a passer by on the street: "Her lips are 8.6% larger than the average woman's! The width of her hips exactly 1.61803399 times the size of her waist size. The golden ratio! Her face is constructed using geometry indicated to be most appealing to the largest number of males in our thirty-thousand member clinical study! She's... um... ready & able to engage in intercourse using a synthetic lubrication dispersion system that contains real human pheromones up to 8 times a day! Try that with a real woman <laugh> <snort> !" The passer by is confused and disgusted. As he walks in to his home, he grabs his girlfriend and holds her tight, breathing in her scent, and basking in the warmth of her embrace. Her measurements, nor the proportions of her face, enter his mind as he looks in to her eyes and tells her he loves her. The way she makes him feel cannot be attributed to any "specification". ==== I don't mean to say that I feel about my phone the way I feel about the woman I love, but that in similar juxtaposition, the reasons I feel the way I do about my phone can't be expressed using specifications.