Fear In A Big Car

The same fear of being assaulted, is essentially the same fear that makes woman want to drive four wheel drives.

You can't touch me in this?

I can get you first, she thinks, as she cuts everyone off... and the persecuted become the persecutors.

That's life, I suppose.

Increasingly, we are making decisions on fear and not on logic. The commercial world's greatest asset, keep them afraid and they will spend more money to make themselves feel better, to make themselves feel safer.

Funny how self preservation is our greatest goal?

Mine is to get lovely art on the wall, a 911 in the garage, and a beach house down the coast.

Stop living in fear girls, go and get yourself a nice dress instead, a job you enjoy, and a man for your bed.

(Oh yes, I know. It’s just that this was about chicks in their 4WD, namely of the charcoal grey Volvo variety.

“Watch out, I am coming through, sitting up as high as I like. I feel invincible in my command centre on wheels. Out of my way, little man, you are in my path.”

“You won’t fit through there Esmerelda. No, you won’t.”

“COMING THOUGH!”

“Jasus Xist, you fitted through. Dear Universe! How did you do that?”

“Cackle.”

“You sound possessed when you laugh like that, Esmerelda, you really do!”

Maniacal laugh. The engine roaring.

“Did you see the look on that poor sod's face.”

“He’s lucky he had a face left now that I am done. GET OUT OF MY WAY!”

It is fear, that makes them act in such away, it has to be, as nobody is that fucked up naturally. But I digress….

It could have been just as easily said, Stop living in fear boys, go and get yourself a nice dress, in which you can feel the fresh air blow, a job you enjoy, and a man for your bed. Enjoy taking what your wife/girlfriends can’t give you, in your tiny briefs and your arse swishing in just such away being such a tease, baby.)