There are times you know you don’t need something but you want it anyway. Lust, we call it, and it’s our most bedeviling vice. Apple — an arbiter of plush pragmatism, in most cases — doesn’t always tap into the lusty side of our tech-souls, but more recently they’ve dabbled (hello, Hermés Watch). The Touch Bar is exactly one such offering, and it’s held at a carrot stick’s distance away from a justifiable purchase. For everything I do, I don’t need the Touch Bar. I also don’t need the extra processor horsepower on the MacBook Pro Touch Bar version or its two bonus Thunderbolt/USB-C ports. And I definitely don’t need to spend another $300 on a laptop where my most commonly used program is TextEdit. But damn do I want it.