Whit, the lone dad on our happy team of parent gossip bloggers, told me that I couldn't make fun of Patrick Dempsey in this car. What did he say, exactly? "You can't make fun of a beautiful car like that, people will think we're uncivilized. I think it's a Jag, and it's awesome."
I was all, like, "dude, you're totally being a middle-aged dad about this. He looks silly." Then I checked with my husband, who was all, "who's Patrick Dempsey?" and "oh, that's a nice Bugatti." Which, you know, is to be expected. He's a middle-aged dad, too. (He did, I should note, say that it could be made fun of, but only if John Travolta were driving it. Point taken.)
So, the entirely unscientific conclusion that I have come to is that Patrick Dempsey, as pictured above - in the phallic-shaped vehicle with the car-logo baseball cap on his head and aviator sunglasses on his face (where are the driving gloves, dude? the white silk windbreak scarf? PUH-leeze!) - looks exactly like a middle-aged dad with minor phallic-inferiority issues and a fat wallet, expressing his masculinity through his car, and that other middle-aged dads recognize this and respect it. Moms of all ages, on the other hand, see a pretty if unfortunately-shaped car with a vain (although nonetheless hot) middle-aged man in a silly hat in it, and so are more likely laugh at it. Because we laugh at that shit.
It is a nice car, though.
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