Thursday, June 11, 2009

Generation W

I am a proud Baby Boomer (although I've never like that label, but "The Greatest Generation" was already taken). And I'm aware that subsequent demographic groups were saddled with monikers like "Generation X" or "Generation Y".  Now, I do not know what they're calling the current crop of teenagers, but I have a suggestion: "Generation W". That's "W", as in wuss.
In support of my motion, your honor, I offer the following list into evidence . .  the Top 10 Cars that Teens Want. Forbes Magazine put this together so I'm sure it has some validity. And there's barely a vehicle on the list that would do anything but elicit a ginormous "yawn".
Now, the top pick bodes well for our young people: the Ford Mustang. Excellent choice. Sporty. Powerful. A little excessive. Nice. Number nine is another great pick from Ford, the F-150 pickup.
But after that, it's a rapid slide into snoozeville. 
Here's the rest of the list, starting at number ten: Nissan Altima, Ford Focus, Toyota Prius, Toyota Camry, Toyota Corolla, Volkswagen Beetle, Honda Accord and Honda Civic.
All eminently practical.
And all utterly and completely dull. 
I mean, c'mon! A Focus? An Accord? Really? A Camry?? That's your grandmother's car. A Corolla? That's the car I made my own teenagers drive to ensure they didn't have any fun. A Beetle? That's the best you can do?
But worst of all . . . the Prius
A teenager should be many things. Rebellious. Reckless. Fearless. The last thing a teen should be is green. There's plenty of time to be responsible later. You're only a teenager for a few years. You're a grown-up for the rest of your life.
Now, look at the cars that were lusted after when I was pimpled and dateless: Pontiac GTO. Plymouth Road Runner. Chevy Malibu. Dodge Charger. And great pony cars like the Mustang, Chevy Camaro, Dodge Challenger and Pontiac Firebird (three of the four available once again at a dealer near you). Even foreign cars like the Datsun 240Z were wanted by many a red-blooded American boy or girl. Not a single one of my friends pressed their noses against the glass of the local dealer longing for their very own Ford LTD or Dodge Dart. 
The reality was that most of us indeed drove the cars our parents drove because that's what we ended up with. We could only imagine owning a Goat or a 'Vette. But at least those were the cars that raced through our dreams.
Not a Prius. Or a Civic. 
Wusses.



Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A Word to the Wise

This is not my first attempt at blogging.
I started a blog on my personal website, http://www.morningwavepaul.com/. But I soon found that I could only update my scrawny ramblings from my trusty iMac in my home office. And by the time I would sit down at the keyboard at the end of a long day slaving over a hot radio station, I would be too tired to type. Plus any clever thoughts, insights, ideas and snappy wordplay that I had conjured during the day would, by this time, be long forgotten.
So I've set up this blog at Blogger, the blog site by those blogging bloggers at Google. Oddly enough, when I "Googled" blog sites, Blogger showed up well down the list! On Google! How's that happen? How does a Google site not show up first on Google? Why didn't Google name their blog site "Bloggle"? And how many times can a grown man use the words "blog" and Google" in the same paragraph?
Anywho, I'll put a link to this new blog on my old blog's page on my website. And now that I can update it anywhere and anytime, I'll try to do just that.
Don't say I didn't warn you.