SUV Rant

GM announced today that it is closing down its Hummer business. While I’m sad for all the jobs that will be lost and of course, the hit to the economy, the rest of me rejoices. Tally one on the good side to rid the world of SUVs!

About three years ago, as I was driving out of a parking lot, I got backed into by what I then called “an SUV-wielding soccer mom.” The woman was clearly not paying attention, overwhelmed by her two children, driving a giant Escalade or something of that nature. Because her two kids needed all that space. Ever since, I’ve been on a bit of a rant about SUVs, and lately, it’s getting worse.

Here’s my biggest problem with “sport utility vehicles” – most people who drive them drive them like there’s no one else on the road. They don’t pay attention and they’re more dangerous than they are safe. I can’t tell you the number of times my little car has nearly been picked off by a merging SUV driver not paying attention, tailgating, or just driving like an a-hole because they think they can since they are driving a tank.

I’ve heard the logic that driving one of these behemoths protects the occupants better than your average car, but I think it’s a crock – 95% of people driving SUVs are driving them for status purposes. Oh, and I know SUV drivers think they need all that space for their children, dogs (yes, I’ve heard this one, too), etc. But give me a break. Growing up, my Mom carted three of us kids around in a little Nissan Sentra and we did just fine. None of us has scoliosis or anything today because we were cramped into a small car.

And let’s be honest – the bulk of SUVs are horrible for the environment. It’s completely irresponsible for someone who doesn’t need to truly drive an SUV to drive one. They are guzzling gas that they don’t need to guzzle – gas crisis, anyone? It’s a waste of energy!

I seem to be getting crankier and crankier about this issue with every passing day, but honestly, I just think these things are the spawn of Satan. Save me the pro-SUV comments, folks. I know them all. I just don’t agree with them. I will keep crusading for an SUV-less society…

Fight the good fight!


I am finally finished. Moving. Seriously, I think moving is some sort of karmic revenge. If it is, whatever I did to piss the universe off must have been pretty severe, because this move has been the most stressful one I’ve ever had. Friends who offered to help bailing (thankfully, not Kelly and Matt, who were lifesavers for me), inordinate trips back and forth in the car, a bear of a time cleaning the old place. The list of “things not going the way I want them to” is endless.

But, at least it’s over.

Suffice it to say, I have an inordinate amount of stuff. Too much. All the trips up and down three flights of stairs have made me realize how much of a packrat I can be…and how desperately I need to start purging. I just don’t have room for all of this stuff!

I started with books. I have oodles. Most I haven’t touched in years. What’s the sense in holding onto them? I can’t get rid of all of them, obviously, I’m too much of a word junkie for that, but I AM making an effort to find good homes for a good third of them. I sold some to (who would have thought that 13 years after graduating college, some of my books would still be worth money?). I want to donate the others or find a used book store to give them to.

I also Goodwilled a bunch of kitchen and dining stuff. Old wineglasses, pots and pans, knife set, etc. Stuff that was just taking up room that I didn’t need anymore. Chucked the old wooden futon frame that’s been rotting on the deck for the last few years. Got rid of some lamps. Donating the computer monitor, since I haven’t turned on the old PC in months.

Next to go are my tapes. Yes, you heard me. Tapes. Cassette tapes. I probably have close to 300, and another whole box of 150 – 200 cassette singles. And another whole box of mix tapes. I figure there’s got to be a collector out there who would want the tapes and the singles, right? (Yes, you, collector, e-mail me, I’ll make you a SWEET deal). After all, who wouldn’t want a saccharine-filled collection of ’80s and early ’90s pop and hair metal?

From there, who knows what I’ll purge. But, it’s my new commitment to myself…to pare down. My next move (which I’m hoping won’t be for a few years) will NOT be this miserable.

To quote Shane Hines, “This I promise me…”