Maybe I’ve never really thought about it, but my computer is most definitely a girl. I say this because she throws petty little temper tantrums and lets me blindly fumble around until I figure out why. It’s wonderful.
But don’t let this lead you to believe that all my technologies are girls. Because my phone, my lovely little iPhone is a boy. It screws up and frustrates me, then laughs in my face (figuratively, but sometimes literally). Then lovely phone plays nice for a week to try and make up, but ends up doing it all over again a few days later. Obviously I have problems with technology. Don’t judge me.