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a cheap in wolf's clothing

Wired - Mac Voyeurs in a Windows World: "There are plenty of tools for PC-to-Mac makeovers. Jason Shellen, a Google producer who's responsible for Pryor's laptop's faux PowerBook transformation, lists a few of them on his blog. Shellen notes that some people go as far as sticking Apple logos on their Windows machines.
In defense of Windows, Pryor noted that his Mac OS transformation was testament to the adaptability of Windows XP.
It 'shows the flexibility of Windows and the ecosystem of skinning artists that we have,' he said. 'How is that for spin?"
All manner of curious information in this article, however there's no mention about the guts of the OS's, and their inherent stability. To me, putting an OS X Aqua skin on Windows XP makes it as macintosh-like as putting a dress on my Uncle Bill makes him into a woman. There is no replacing the nearly bulletproof stability of a Macintosh, and no matter how many graphics one frankensteins onto Windows, it will not benefit from the smooth internal consistency of the Mac.

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