Wouldn't touch Macintosh with a barge pole. It doesn't help that, my old man, after years of being annoyed with Windows somehow became suckered into the whole cult of Apple. Like, seriously suckered into the cult of Apple. I grew tired of Windows too, but I went the Linux route.
He often blamed me for all of his computer problems, banning me from the computer for months at a time and flogging me if anything went wrong, whether I touched the damn thing or not. He bragged about being one of AOLs first customers, and when I told him how much better using an external browser over the AOL program was, he got really angry and said "You better not fuck up my computer, I need it for business".
If I shut down into DOS to play a game, or simply tinker around in DOS, he'd freak out at seeing the white-on-black text, shove me out of the way, yelled at me to go to my room, said "What the hell have you done! Get off the damn computer, you're grounded!", hold the power button and make a scene, hoping that the computer will boot up into Windows again. I find this funny, considering we'd had a C64 for years before he got himself a family computer (which went from being "family computer" to "business computer" when it involved me), yet the DOS prompt just scared the hell out of him.
When my sister (the beloved honor student, eventually graduated in the top ten percentile, who I was always compared to) downloaded a bunch of songs with Napster and royally fucked the thing up, even if I hadn't touched the computer in months or only used it when I was home alone, of course I was the only one who ended up getting a beating. She also pirated the version of Microsoft Office they were using in school that she needed, and we got a cease and desist. That was not a good day. Needless to say, I don't really keep in touch with my folks.
Buying a keyboard, mouse, monitor, 100MHz computer, and a pirated copy of Windows from a thrift store on a $50 budget of saved up lunch money is one of my greatest memories. The excruciating pain of having to carry all of that home in my arms, especially at that age, made it all the sweeter. I had freedom, a computer of my very own to tinker with to my heart's content.
Looking back, it really wasn't much of a surprise that he went on to become an Apple fanatic. He spent hours telling me everything about Steve Jobs and "The Woz" for the umpteenth time. He started wearing a black turtle neck and blue jeans, all the time (and last I checked, we was probably closer to 400 lbs than 300). He was the very embodiment of every Macintosh user stereotype as one. He had an Apple bumper sticker. A poster of Steve Jobs as "inspiration". Engaged in lengthy conversations with anyone in public using an Apple laptop.
So no, I've never felt particularly attracted to the prospect of using Macintosh computers, though I do have fond memories of using Apple II in school. I've used them plenty at school, and even at home for a time, but I find Linux a whole lot more fun. :D