While I whittle away my spare time (that not occupied enjoying the verdant Iowa spring) on this here weblog, d.w. has been commiserating with other pregnant women on the message boards of pregnancy.org. An odd, odd place, I must say. I think she enjoys her persona as the weird crunchy one on the boards, the midwife-using, home-birthing, organic-buying femi-Nazi in an online community of women convinced that proper parenting means a world of pastel, baby crack, and SUV's.
It's the SUV thing that blows my mind. Today, three happenings coalesced to get me off my ass and, um, sit my ass back down to do a little blogging.
First, d.w. briefly let me into her strange little world of pregnancy message boards, because she just couldn't keep the "What kind of car do you drive" thread to herself. The original post was written by someone needing to trade up from her 2-door Civic. A reasonable desire, to be sure. But my jaw dropped at the uniformity of the responses. EVERYONE told her to buy an SUC (that's a funny typo. Who knew the "V" was right next to the "C" on the keyboard? Hee hee. I think I'll keep that one). Do people really just automatically think "SUV" when they think "kids"?
How could anyone in their right mind, right when they are about to incur the financial shit storm of a new little'un, say, "Oh, you know, I think we have just too much money in the bank account. Wouldn't it be a kick to pay 90 bucks to fill up the tank? And global warming is happening just too slowly. I mean come on, I'm 'Murkin, dammit! I demand things happen now! Speaking of which, this thing with Iran is taking too damn long. If we all had Hummers, we would have bombed their asses back to the Stone Age long ago!"
Wait, where was I?
Oh yeah. The second happening today was that oil went up over $75 a barrel. Probably don't need to add a lot more commentary to that one...
The third was an article in today's Chronicle, by a very well-meaning writer wanting to see how well an SUV "returns to its roots" driving -gasp!- off-road. Seeing the headline, I pictured an old wash in Arizona, or maybe some slickrock in Utah. No, apparently this author's idea of an SUV's "roots" are some snow-covered gravel roads in Maine:
This is the kind of territory where, when you stop and shut off the engine, you hear nothing, absolutely nothing. On either side of these silent back paths are tall pine and spruce trees, stark and still. The nearest paved road is about half a mile away, or more. There are a few unoccupied seasonal cabins back through the woods, but otherwise it is utterly quiet. If you run out of gas in this 18-degree weather, with the wind-chill factor at zero, you walk.
Here is where the mettle of an SUV is proven. Not that everybody is going to replicate this little journey, but it was quite useful. They don't build these things just to run kids to the soccer field or moms to the market. Some are actually made to go off the well-beaten road.
Where, oh where do I start? Dude, a paved road is only a half-mile away. You can't have gone too far. You're talking about a state so rural that many of the surveyed townships don't have names, only a 19th century tier-and-range designation from the General Land Office.
Even ignoring that little tidbit, and the fact that walking around in 18-degree weather (even with a wind chill of zero) is not that big a deal, how exactly do gravel logging roads count as off-road? Maybe I'm missing something here. "Here is where the mettle of an SUV is proven"? Come on.
During my years in Maine, I spent many hours driving on snow-covered gravel roads in a Subaru wagon. Yes, it had all-wheel-drive (which was great), but I never really thought I was "testing its mettle". You know how many Mainers (outside of Kennebunkport and Camden) drive SUV's? Not many. More common to see an old rusted-out Cutlass doing 90 down an icy two lane road. In short, justifying the purchase of an SUV because you occasionally (or even regularly) drive in snow is just silly. And, frankly, it's sad when people have become so divorced from reality that actually driving an SUV in snow becomes news-worthy.
So why the hell do suburbanite parents want SUV's? Minivans have more room, the ZygoteCube gets triple their gas mileage (and is HUGE inside), and a Subaru wagon is WAY better in winter.
As far as I can tell, it's because guys are afraid they'll feel like pussies driving anything else, practicality and responsibility be damned. Seems a pretty high price to pay to coddle emasculated Republican insecurities, if you ask me.
I'm sorry, I just could not keep all this bottled up. After all, my hatchling is going to have to deal with the consequences.