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It seems that my computer is a girl. This is not a realisation I arrived at consciously: rather, my computer was giving me the spinning pizza of doom and I huffed "hurry up, stop being a bitch," as opposed to bastard or twat. (Isn't it odd that twat refers to female anatomy and is despite this a pejorative leveled only at men.)
Before you judge me, I should add that although my computer must bear a certain amount of verbal abuse, it tends to be of the exasperated under-the-breath mutterings kind. I have nothing on this kid, who my friend Sandy told me about as I related a recent computer woes-related outburst:
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