New York Yankees at Philadelphia Phillies – Game on.
Reading this story in USA Today, I laughed because there is humor and stupidity beyond belief. Volvo organized women within the company to design a car focused on the needs of women. They came up with the Volvo YCC (Your Concept Car).
Initially, I was amused by this:
Hans-Olov Olsson, president and chief executive of the Swedish carmaker, said the endeavor seemed logical given that the male-dominated industry is constantly trying to attract more female buyers.
Through customer research, Olsson said, the company discovered that women want everything in a car that men want in terms of performance and styling, “plus a lot more that male car buyers have never thought to ask for.”
“We learned that if you meet women’s expectations, you exceed those for men,” he said.
My favorite part of that is the male-dominated industry trying to attract more female buyers. That’s logical, because women don’t buy cars or influence car-buying decisions.
The idea of catering more to women’s needs makes perfect business sense, said Art Spinella, president of CNW Marketing Research in Bandon, Ore. Spinella said women either will act alone or have a say in roughly 80% of all vehicle purchases in the United States this year.
Butovitsch acknowledged the $3.5 million project had some skeptics at first, but she said the resistance ended when it became clear “this was not going to be a pink, cute-looking car but rather a very smart-looking vehicle.”
Stereotypes kick ass.
The result: A car that’s designed to be nearly maintenance free, requiring an oil change every 31,000 miles. When it’s time for an engine inspection, the car sends a wireless message to a local service center, which notifies the driver. The vehicle has no hood, only a large front end primarily suited for opening by a mechanic. It also features a race-car-like fueling system with a roller-ball valve opening for the nozzle but no gas cap.
That’s a brilliant design because women aren’t smart enough to change the oil every 5,000 miles. And they’re certainly not qualified to have a wireless message sent to them instead of a local service center. There’s no chance they remember to get the engine inspected if someone doesn’t remind them. And the hood? Please. We all know that only a mechanic, presumed to be a man, is qualified to look at the engine. And whenever I see a gas cap at the Mobil, I think “Wow, another woman who didn’t have a man with her. What a shame.”
Continuing the brilliance, consider this:
Gull-wing doors allow easy access to space behind the driver’s seat. The bottom of the rear seats fold up, similar to theater seating, providing more storage space. The car also has dirt-repellant paint and glass, exchangeable seat covers with matching carpet and sensors that allow for easier parking.
Parking sensors are seriously necessary. There are dented bumpers all over America because women don’t have eyes capable of seeing objects other than shoes and cosmetics.
Seriously, all of these features are useful and cool. I also like the design of the car. Perhaps they could sell that rather than implying that women are incompetent drivers and incapable of dealing with cars. Good marketing, Hans-Olov.
Given the dangers presented to society by Janet Jackson’s right breast, I’m calling upon the Virginia General Assembly to fix an indecency forced upon the God-fearing, gun-loving citizenry of this fine state. Please modify the official state seal of Virginia.
Maybe John Ashcroft can offer some ideas.
Chick-Fil-A has a breakfast combo that amuses me.
I eat non-traditional foods for breakfast, such as salads, but I can’t fathom the idea of drinking a medium Coke at 6:30 in the morning. This might explain why I now buy large t-shirts instead of the extra-large t-shirts I used to buy, even though I’ve only gained a few pounds since college. I guess clothing sizes are expanding with America.
Since encouraging soda consumption for breakfast isn’t enough, Chick-Fil-A puts beef fat in their waffle fries. Perhaps it’s a bit hypocritical to use “Cow Superheroes” with the tag line “United they stand! Divided they’re steak!”. I wonder how well the campaign would work if the tag line was “United they’re waffle fries! Divided they’re waffle fries!”
I won’t write 8,700 words about my weekend ski trip, but I’ll give this summary.
I loved every minute of Saturday, including falling down less than 15 feet into my first slope of the day. That was down Candy Cane, but I overlooked that. “Encouraged” by Danielle, my brother, and my brother’s girlfriend, I skied a blue square slope. That was a wonderful adventure, even though I fell on my second trip down Hemlock Branch thanks to an accumulation of ice. I ended the day with a great run down Twinkle, through the Lower Shuttle, and onto Mistletoe.
Loads of fun and no broken bones. I couldn’t ask for anything more.