Ordinarily I’d dismiss this whole premise with a handwave and a snort: “A Real Man drives whatever he goddamn well pleases, be it an old Jaguar or a New Beetle.”
But rather a lot of people of the male persuasion worry about things like this to an extent I still find hard to believe: one of the most common questions in the Cars & Transportation segment of Yahoo! Answers is “Is [fill in name of vehicle] a girl car?” Admittedly, I haven’t crosschecked to see if the same boys asking this question are also the ones hanging out on Men’s Health asking “I’m 7.5 inches at sixteen. Is this enough?” (Correct response to this: “Seven and a half inches? Very unusual for someone your age. So how big’s your wiener?”)
Dr Joyner is certainly feeling no shrinkage:
A few weeks back, we learned that the practicalities of road trips with our infant daughter made it worthwhile to trade my wife’s small SUV for a minivan. I occasionally drive it. While it’s neither as cool nor as much fun as the [Nissan 350]Z, my manhood doesn’t mysteriously vanish when I’m behind the wheel.
Of course not. Unlike the adolescents at Yahoo! Answers pining for a Nissan Skyline R34, he doesn’t wear it on the outside.
And I’m willing to bet it holds up even under conditions like this:
This is Cocoa, a Japanese kei-class car in the Daihatsu Mira range, which apparently is being marketed directly to women, a maneuver that hasn’t always worked out well. Perversely, it’s not available with a stick shift: CVT or four-speed automatic only. If nothing else, this will discourage the sort of guy who dreams of a Civic Si.