I mean, I have been on the receiving end of something very much like this:
What you drive matters. Sorry. I’m sure you’re saving a ton of money for our first house payment by driving that rolling embarrassment from the decade in which I was born, but you’ll never get to spend it on me because you’ll never get me in the passenger seat. Feel free to call me shallow. Also, feel free to never call me at all.
Okay, it was technically the decade after that, but “rolling embarrassment” might do it justice. So this list of What We Think About Your Ride by Caroline Ellis, not yet thirty, persuades me of her credibility, especially with examples like this:
You think: I look sexy driving this thing.
We think: You’re at least ten years older than you’re telling me you are. Your ex-wife was right to tell you that you weren’t allowed to buy that thing. I’ll take some drinks from you but you’re getting a fake number at the end of the night.
Ouch. And there’s this:
Honda Civic/Toyota Corolla
You think: This is a really reliable car and … sorry, I really don’t have any idea what you’re thinking here.
We think: Great, you’re boring AND poor.
Finally, since I spent a good part of the week in one of these:
Infiniti G35/37/whatever they call it now
You think: It’s just as cool as a BMW.
We think: No, it isn’t.
Side note: Women to whom I have recommended this page I plugged it briefly on Twitter were generally delighted. Not one word from the men.