And yet... cars do say something about you, don't they? I mean, something more than just how much money you were able and willing to spend on a car. But if you're concerned about your sex appeal, what should you drive? One woman says:
First, an expensive sports car, like a red Ferrari, should raise a red flag. "Something's lacking," she said. "It could be an appendage, but it could mean he has a void in his social skills."My observation: Most people drive unbelievably boring cars! But what does that say? They need transportation and are not that interested in cars. Still, there is an irrational effect: boring car, boring person. You can overcome that, but you do have to overcome that. The reverse is true. We may think: exciting car, exciting person. But the presumption is easily rebutted.
Second, a dumpy car is O.K., but only if the driver makes up for it with something else, like a dazzling personality. Third, a funky car is not only all right but also sexy (like the refurbished taxi owned by a guy in her apartment building) because she thinks it shows a man's passions and interests.
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The idea that there are "chick cars" and "guy cars" is real to many people, said Joe Wiesenfelder, 37, the senior editor of Cars.com, a Web site that reviews automobiles and is affiliated with the NPR program "Car Talk." The radio show did an unscientific survey of favorite chick and guy cars, based on thousands of e-mail submissions from listeners. The survey found that the Top 5 Ultimate Chick Cars of All Time are the VW Beetle, VW Cabriolet, Mazda Miata, VW Jetta and Dodge Neon; the Top 5 Ultimate Guy Cars are the Ford Mustang, Chevy Corvette, Chevy Camaro, Ford F-150 pickup and Dodge Viper.
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I'm 37 and I've never owned (nor leased) a car. Nor do I ever want to.
What does that say about me?
It says you live in a big city.
The ultimate "chick" cars are aesthetically pleasing for the most part... but some of those "guy" cars are pretty cheesey.
After reading this article, go watch Disney’s Aladdin. Jasmine has no interest in Prince Ali (Aladdin in disguise) until he shows up in his BMW, excuse me - magic carpet.
Knoxgirl: I'd much rather have a car from the guy list than the chick list. Not the pickup, but any one of the others looks like fun. Of course, I've had two Beetles and a Jetta, and I'd be happy today with a Miata.
No way would you step into a "Dodge Viper"...
Well, I must admit that several of those cars were cool in their original form, but the design became cheesey throughout the years. (with the exception of the new mustangs which I like)
Don't quote me, but I seem to recall hearing recently that 2 billion is spent every year 'dicing up' cars. Ever check out the price of those fancy, chrome hubcaps? Dumb me - I always assumed that guys who forked over this kind of serious cash had already made provisions for their children's college education, but I'm told differently by clerks in Auto Zone and other such establishments. Only a man desperate for sex would put $600.00 hubcaps on lay-away. I mean nobody associates wealth and power with fancy hubcaps on a Camry for instance, so what else would be driving such ideas? But maybe it isn't hubcaps that drive women wild, maybe it's designer scents, which can be purchased. Cool looking lights - does this put a woman's mind on sexual intercourse? How about custom floor mats? Myself, if I weren't happily married and driving a late model Corolla, which by the way gets me 34 mpg on the highway, I would be looking for a full-hipped wowan driving a Mercedes minus a wedding band. After all, sex always follows money and power.
goesh: I love it when I see some raggedly old Civic all pimped out...
Art: "Trade"? Is that what we call totalling now?
In any case, I disagree with her. I love sports cars and would definitely see it as a plus. But maybe it's a harder message to live up to. In any event, I drive a sports car because I find it exciting to me. That it might make me look more attractive to someone else is a bonus. I suppose, with a man in a sportscar, there is a mystery to be solved: why does he drive it? Compensating for feelings of inferiority might be one reason, but it's not the only reason. I think the woman quoted is overdoing it in a way that says sour grapes.
I like that TV show "Pimp My Ride." The whole idea is to begin with the crappiest possible car.
Some women are into cars and some are not. Overall, I tend to graviate to those who are not. Girlfriend in Austin was into fast sports cars. A Z, then a porsche, and when I was dating her, I think it was a Toyota. So, I got the old Porshe when I would come to visit. I think that she was compensating for having such a boring job (attorney).
But the big exception is my current girlfriend. She loves Mercedes. She has been driving them almost exclusively for 30 years now. She is so bad that her ex repairs them for a living (well, his employees do). Mostly sedans, but I took her to the Barristers Ball one year in her black on black Sportsline coupe. She's also had a Jag and a Corvette, and, unfortunately for all, a minivan. Her ex bought it for her when they had 4 kids at home. It got in 3 wrecks in one year, and he gave her back her Mercedes.
And that may be why we aren't married after six years. She cares about cars, and I don't. I have been driving Audi Quattros for almost 20 years now because they were back then, and I think probably still are, the best for getting you from here to there in the mountains in the winter (and they really pioneered the bun warmer - but that is really a girl thing - I rarely use mine). Much better than an SUV, which tend to run off the road and roll over.
But, other than those two, if I look back over my life, I think that almost all of my girlfriends had nondescript cars. And, I think it is obvious, that none of them were attracted to me because of what I drove.
The kind of car you want depends mostly on the subculture to which you belong. The norms vary widely.
A lot of this discussion applies to one of my 16 year old sons. He talks incessantly about cars and has researched three of the five "men" cars (Mustang, Corvette and F150). His other option is "fixing up" a $200 car, specifically with neon lights and audio. So, I tend to view anyone with a car fixation as adolescent.
Richard: LOL.
So, as a non-car loving guy, what do different cars say to me about the (assuming single) women driving or owning them?
- Ferrari - she has a --it load of money, and isn't afraid of showing it. Not looking for a husband with same, because she doesn't need it.
- Corvette, Viper, etc. - serious issues here. Great for a fling, but big red flag.
- TT, Miata - what those women should have bought if they hadn't had issues.
- Mercedes - ostentatious. Usually looking for another rich husband to leech off of (however, the woman I know with the Ferrari, also has a top of the line Benz). Ditto somewhat for Caddilac. I run.
- BMW - similar to Mercedes, but w/o being quite as mercenary. Could actually have earned it. Of course, by the time I see the car, I have a pretty good idea of whether she has earned it or not.
- Audi, VW, Honda, Toyota, Datsun (i.e. Nissan), Suburu. Sensible.
- Lexus - sensible with a fair amount of money.
- Minivan. Probably means kids, which is fine for me. I have to qualify on ages though.
- SUVs. It really depends on why she is driving one. I first think kids. If not that, maybe an active sports life. And if not one of those? Then I wonder.
- Pickup trucks. Women driving pickup trucks often interest me, unless they are very into the cowboy thing. Often, it means that the woman is going to be quite interesting.
Doesn't SUV mean: needs a minivan but trying to deny it?
A red miata almost looks like a tube of lipstick. It's a very continental aesthetic.
But the tricked out hondas you see, often in packs, driven by young asians, are hot - small yet powerful and masculine. I prefer it to the endlessly recycled big muscle aesthetic. I find those new throwback mustangs and dusters kind of sad, but they're so popular.
Many asian women like it, and bully for any other cultures that get in on it. I've seen white kids in Iowa driving in a pack of the same kind of cars - but not maxed out on the customization, with a cavlier and neon or two in tow. A decade ago they would have been driving fords or chevies.
The rusty powder blue 1991 Buick LeSabre, lovingly referred to by my friends as 'the blue cloud,' probably didn't HELP me meet women! Then again, since I sold it and got a used (albeit older) hand-me down Lexus, I've been equally unlucky with women!
I think my Toyota Echo says that I'm pragmatic, tolerant, and cheap.
Women driving pickup trucks often interest me
Ditto. It's not just some suggestion of who they are either. They're actually hotter!
TCD: You're right about the snow. My old Beetle was really low to the ground and I cracked up a light up in front just trying to drive into my driveway after the snow plow went by.
As for the Corvette, it would not have worked right in the snow. Neither would a Porsche. The car I bought -- the Audi TT Coupe -- is unusually good in the snow (but it is low to the ground too).
But the tricked out hondas you see, often in packs, driven by young asians, are hot
The ones driven by young white boys in Knoxville, TN, are not--must be some other dynamic going on there.
The Honda engines can take NOX injection, and can rev way beyond what would cause Detroit iron to let go in an orgy of centripetal. Power to weight ratios that haven't been seen since the first GTOs in '64. Great for dragging, and you can do some suspension mods that make them notably adherent for roadracing too. Around here it is young asian males who drive them, but young hispanic males too. Scalded cats....
One of the great things about Moab is that the women drive pickups by choice, not as a divorce result. I am not unaffected by the sight of a bronze river goddess flinging the raft into the back of her rigs.
92 Nissan pathfinder with 228K. It can haul a couple Grand Canyon rigs, and has brought out 2 moose at once. It's not for shit on snow (tires too conventional), but did well on the father-daughter 4-wheeling trip around the White Rim in Canyonlands. My thought is/was that keeping an old car running is a place whence you can divert money into things that matter, like investments and a trip to Africa.
Given that everyone is subject to opportunity costs, I take it this post is really about the things you use to define yourself to the outer world. Like, say, the Kimber .45 and the Excaliber crossbow.
Michael: 6'9"! You could write a blog just about what life is like being that tall. There must be advantages and disadvantages every day.
I just bought my first boring "grown-up" car a few months ago, a shiny navy blue Honda Accord. Before that, I had a beat-up old PINK Ford Escort that I absolutely loved (too bad it couldn't pass emissions this year). My husband was ectstatic about the new car -- he'd had it out for the "Pinkmobile" ever since the time he had to use it to go pick up a male friend of ours. Apparently, they rode around with the windows down and talked loudly about their trucks whenever they stopped at red lights.
I get fewer odd looks in my new car, but I kind of miss being able to roll into places in my flashy pink car.
The NYT reporting about cars is like the Riverside Press-Enterprise reporting on Paris fashion. Sure they can do it, but they can't help but see it as some strange alien world where people make odd inexplicable choices about objects that have little intrinsic value.
Reverse the reporting and you might get something of value, but when the NYT reports on cars you get silly lists like what's linked.
And since when were gender prejudices OK at the Times or NPR (The NPR program Car Talk generated the mentioned list).
Will they be doing a list of executive positions that are the ultimate "chick" jobs compared to the ultimate "guy" jobs as submitted by the listeners of All Things Considered?.
The "guy"est car I owned was a four door 57 Chevy (with the straight 6) and manual transmission (3 on the tree, baby). Of course I had to do a personalized spray-painted paint job of flames in the front fading into a rainbow at the rear, just cause a beat-up 57 Chevy doesn't stand out enough on it's own.
(I guess gendering of behavior is OK if it makes for a cute story)
(and Prof. Althouse, do you think everyone with a unique perspective should be blogging about their perspective? - let a billion blogs bloom -)
And regarding the flashy red sports car as compensation mobiles. Mini did a commercial in GB years ago where they had a woman judge what car a man drove by observing his member. The Ferrari driver elicited the 'that's small' snicker, whereas the Mini driver (the real tiny Mini, not the newer BMW derived version which is large in comparison) got the 'oh, my god, that thing could choke a horse' gasp.
If you buy house that looks good, or if you dress well, is that "compensation"? How about people who buy Apple laptops with the glowing Apple logo, are they compensating for something?
Seems weird to me that people go into all this stuff about "compensation" with cars, but not about a lot of other things you buy that people see you with. This thing about sports cars is no less ridiculous than suggesting that women who wear make up are compensating for being frigid or something.
Here's my radical new theory: People care about aesthetics enough to spend money on it.
When I went to trade my "new" beetle, the salesman asked me why I wanted to trade it since it was only a year old. I told him he might laugh, but I didn't like the demographic of the other beetle drivers. Sheepishly, I told him they were weird middle aged women... and he responded with glee! "Yeah! and they are fat!" Ouch!
I remember when the new beetle first came out, I thought it looked pretty cool. I was a senior in college at the time and a male classmate of mine must have been among the first new beetle owners in the country. I was momentarily jealous, but it soon became apparent that the dude was driving a chick car. From the above comments, a weird middle-aged fat-lady chick car at that, though that particular dynamic hadn't yet become apparent :)
It's risky to live on the cutting edge!
What's everyone's opinion on the mini cooper?
Mary: Yeah, you have to figure out what a car means before you buy it. But the meaning can change over time. I bought my Beetle in 1999, when there were few of them around. Now they are everywhere. And the meaning changes in different parts of the country. A number of people said to me "I'm gonna smash that bug!" They were joking, but jeez! What's that hostility about? Boomers?
The thing about a Mustang is: Mustang Sally.
And the thing about a Corvette is: Little Red Corvette.
When a car has its very special song and a woman is driving the car in the song, how can it continue to be a guy car?
The old Beetle, and the Van, soured me on the breed forever. That number 3 cylinder that always burned out, the lack of an oil filter (but you could scrape the iron filings off the magnetized drain bolt), the need to set the valves every 2000 miles. And those vans: "How many miles you got on it?"
Proudly: "75,000."
"How many engines?"
"Only on my fourth. These are such GREAT cars!"
So engineeringly, it was an utter, inspissated piece of crap. But it was my first acquaintance with really, genuinely successful marketing - the kind that makes for brand loyalty that won't quit, no matter the evidence. People LOVED those pieces of junk. Loved them, when by every standard of safety, performance, economy, comfort, quiet, and longevity, they were the worst excuses for cars then on the road. You have to look forward in time to Pintos and Vegas even to get into the league.
Later I was to observe the same thing with Goretex. It didn't work. Gelid gouts of snowwater came through it. When you mentioned this, an acid salesstaffer would say, "Well, Jesus! OF COURSE it leaks. You have 3rd generation goretex. What did you expect? Eh? What possessed you to buy it? Now! NOW! We have 5th generation goretex."
"Please may I buy some?"
"I'm not sure. You are perilously close to failing our customer qualification test."
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I'm a chick -- or whatever you call a chick emerita -- with a guy car that I bought by accident, and love. It's a Ford Taurus SHO -- a souped-up sedan with a 220 horse Yamaha aluminum racing engine. I bought it from a dot-com-era website called CarDay (which went belly-up soon after I bought the car, which was soon after 9/11) because I just wanted a four-door sedan with some power. My husband is known as "the Impatience Poster Child," and this provides good cover for my own pleasure at bolting out of tollbooths and stoplights with a growl.
Only after I bought the car did I discover (to my delight) that I'd gotten more than I bargained for, and that there are cult websites devoted to this car, like this one. Guys lovingly hand-maintain and rebuild them, and race them.
It looks like a suspiciously sleek, low sedan with a black mask (my brother tells me this is called a "nose bra" -- honest). Guys know about it. Mechanics: "Oh, you got a SHO-car there!"
Kind passerby helping hoist my husband's wheelchair into the trunk: "That car's a hot rod, right?" They open the hood and whistle and scratch their heads as if something sexy just sashayed by. Someone named Dave left a hand-scrawled note on my windshield: "Call me when you are ready to sell."
DODGE STRATUS
Mom: I wish you wouldn't call me a liar!
Dad: Don't raise your voice at me!
Mom: I am not raising my voice!
Dad: You do not talk to me like that!! I work too hard to deal with this stuff!! I work too hard!! I'm a Division Manager in charge of 49 people!! I drive a Dodge Stratus!!
[ their screaming comes to an end, as the agonizing silence returns ]
Mom: Honey, do you want to go to Pottery class with me this weekend?
Daughter: I wish you were dead!
[ awkward silence, a struggle for a normal conversion ]
Dad: I'm gonna take the car into the shop tomorrow.
Daughter: You mean your lame Dodge Stratus?
Dad: You don't talk about my car that way!!
So is the nano-car a boy or a girl?
The ultimate car with which to display sexual attractiveness and prowess would be:
-- One that other cars automatically step aside for;
-- One that sneers at both gas stations and speed limits;
-- One that simultaneously testifies to some other form of stature.
A Bentley Continental GT with twin-.50s under the front bumper, whose owner won it in the National Ironman Triathlon, would come pretty close.
Dave, you're a complete ass. True car lovers all have their own opinions- some love Porsches, some love Aston Martins, some love every Italian car ever made, and some crazy retards are like me and love those crazy Swedes. However, every true car lover shares one opinion- they hate the Bugatti Veyron.
I love the Atlantic and the Royale- if I had nine figures in the bank I would have one of each. However, the Veyron goes against every principle Ettore Bugatti stood by. The Veyron is a big fat heavy GT with a huge engine masquerading as an achievement. It's just something that fat executives will buy because they want expensive cars but they don't have any love for them so he goes with something that doesn't need any sacrifice. Zondas, Ferraris, Lotuses, all require sacrifice- you have to really love one to drive one.
Anyway, if a girl I had just met asked me what car I owned, even if I drove a supercar, I would tell her I had a two-year-old Honda Civic. The shallow sluts who go for expensive cars are out of the picture and I doubt a nice girl would mind if I had drastically understated the glamour of my car.
Dave, you're a complete ass. True car lovers all have their own opinions- some love Porsches, some love Aston Martins, some love every Italian car ever made, and some crazy retards are like me and love those crazy Swedes. However, every true car lover shares one opinion- they hate the Bugatti Veyron.
I love the Atlantic and the Royale- if I had nine figures in the bank I would have one of each. However, the Veyron goes against every principle Ettore Bugatti stood by. The Veyron is a big fat heavy GT with a huge engine masquerading as an achievement. It's just something that fat executives will buy because they want expensive cars but they don't have any love for them so he goes with something that doesn't need any sacrifice. Zondas, Ferraris, Lotuses, all require sacrifice- you have to really love one to drive one.
Anyway, if a girl I had just met asked me what car I owned, even if I drove a supercar, I would tell her I had a two-year-old Honda Civic. The shallow sluts who go for expensive cars are out of the picture and I doubt a nice girl would mind if I had drastically understated the glamour of my car.
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