America, Land of Cars, Cell Phones, Computers

I must apologize: I usually post on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This post is a day late.  And therein lies a story.  Wednesday night (Feb. 24) through Thursday afternoon (Feb. 25), I had quite an experience with my computer.  I have had nearly identical experiences in the past with cars and cell phones.
    The car experiences centered around accidents that rendered my own car undriveable.  One call to my insurance agent plus another call to the agent’s favorite rent-a-car, and a tow truck is pulling my own car to a body shop for evaluation and repairs, while I whisk into a temporary loaner.  I am on my way after a delay of one hour or less.  America wants me ON WHEELS.
    The phone experiences centered around broken or lost cell phones.  In one case, my cell phone just died.  I brought it to a branch of the company that had sold it to me.  The phone had been manufactured in the days before SIM cards, but the biggest honcho in the shop knew how to export my personal directory from my phone to her computer, and then from her computer to the SIM card of the new phone she was selling me.  Back in touch with the world in 45 minutes!  Next came a lost phone (with, obviously, a lost SIM card).  But by then the lost phone had been one I could sync to my computer, and voila, new phone: back in touch in no time.  America wants me CONNECTED.
    With computers, I am a Mac person, and my tech-guy is my husband.  Last fall, I suddenly realized my computer life had totally outgrown the “back-up onto a flash drive” way of life.  So I consulted with my tech-guy, and he outfitted me with an external hard drive, along with Leopard 10.5.7 and Time Machine backing me up daily.  
    Then Wednesday night my beloved old iMac died utterly.  Oh, no!  My thoughts flew to the emails I was expecting in answer to the ones I’d just sent, to the proposal an agent had asked for, to…, to…, to…..  Thursday morning I decided to buy a new computer rather than pay for an expensive repair.  I dropped the external hard drive into my purse and took the bus downtown to the Apple Store on Michigan Avenue.  I bought a gorgeous new, wide-screen iMac, left my hard drive in the capable hands of the set-up crew, and took a bus back home.  By the time I ascended to my third-floor apartment, my set-up guy was on the phone telling me my new iMac was now a super-modern, identical version of my old iMac.  All I had to do was drive down and pick it up on my way to acupuncture.  America wants me ONLINE.
    Here's a question: Is this good for us?