This Sunday is Mother's Day. And it got me thinking.
I'm a mother (Michael and I have two children) and I'm a car girl. Surprising, really, because I was raised on the idea that cars are for guys. Not that women couldn't or shouldn't own transportation, but that that's just exactly what a "good" car should be ... transportation. As my dad would say, "to get you from A to B ... what else do you need?" My dad does not get the whole "CAR" thing at all. It's a bit embarrassing, really. But, that's not what I wanted to talk about.
It struck me, that although muscle cars are still more a "boy's" thing — I mean how often do you hear of a "woman cave" or "woman garage" — lots of marketing by the big three has been geared at the female of the species.
Women, not men, featured in many of the advertising campaigns, may have been sexy and attractive, but not sleazy or garish. Making me realize, I don't want to be the chic on the arm of the driver of that car ... I want to be THE driver, myself!
In fact, I'm inspired to drive one, and even be a passenger — we are fair, right ladies —well into my sunset years!
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