I grew up in the Detroit area. Of course, my dad was like the only person in the metro area who did NOT work for an auto company, thus denying me any sweet discounts. My grandfathers both worked for one of the Big Three (mom’s dad was a blue-collar Chrysler employee, dad’s dad was a white-collar Ford manager). In the 80s, minivans were everywhere. I hated them. I thought they were stupid and ugly. (Mind you, my mother drove a VW Rabbit and I STILL thought minivans were worse.) THREE families on my street drove tan Ford Aerostars, all with the same lame-ass dark brown striping. There even was a MAUVE minivan in my neighborhood.
It was with great glee that I read that Ford may cease production of minivans. Are minivans even relevant? When was the last time you saw a new one? All of the soccer moms drive SUVs anyway. Hell, I’m not a soccer mom (or even a mom) and I drive a flippin’ SUV.
I’m not sure why minivans irritate me. Maybe because they represent the domestic stability I never knew — apparently drunks prefer BMWs — and still haven’t experienced. The thought of being a mother makes me want to hyperventilate. Like, last night I forgot to give my cats dinner (fortunately, at 17 and 13 lbs., they are not going to starve). My dissing of the minivans hides, apparently, a deep longing for what they represent. Wow, something else to discuss with my therapist. ; )
In other news, here’s some irony for you. Apparently our government is claiming Venezuela is overspending on their military. Wow. Read about it here.
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To me, the minivan has always represented suburban inertia. Plus it is a gas hog and just plain fugly.
Comment by AC - January 21, 2006 4:53 pm