TECHNOGEEK GOES GREEN, IN A PINK SORT OF WAY
If you’ve ever met my husband, you know he’s a manly man. He’s big. He’s loud. He walks like he owns the place, and not just at home, where, you know, he does. He eats red meat. Lots. His brain contains an infinite number of trivial manly details, like exactly what year Chevrolet started putting fins on their cars, and what year they stopped. He holds the traditional male gender role of breadwinner in our family, and wins the bread in a male-dominated field. He peruses the Victoria’s Secret catalog when it arrives in the mail, and not because he thinks he’d look divine in a demi-bra.
So it may surprise you to learn that he bought himself a car that Barbie would be proud to drive.
Except that his doesn’t have those masculine zebra stripes. It’s pink.
This vehicle is all electric. No gas. None. Take that, Saudi Arabia! He plans to commute in it and charge it up on the company’s dime while he works.
Have you ever driven a bumper car at the fair? It feels kind of like that, except, you know, you’re not supposed to hit anything. The kids think it is the coolest. thing. ever.
Everyone turns to stare as it zips silently down the street. Everywhere it stops, a crowd gathers. When we arrived at the back-to-school picnic last night, a cheer went up. I tell you, it’s unnerving.
He’s still searching for a good six-letter (or less) name to put on the vanity license plate he plans to buy. I initially favored PEPTO, but it’s the wrong shade of pink. Any suggestions?