Computers are like women because only a fool pretends to comprehend their immense mystery and complexity. One day they”€™re happy (as far as one knows) helpmeets, the next they”€™re making disquieting noises, sending you inscrutable error messages or simply packing it in. When a man buys a new computer, he is in the throes of a new passion. You are the one, he says. All your predecessors were as nothing compared to you. You are younger, sexier and cleverer. You understand me.