My Experience Driving a Prius and the Social Stigmas Involved

priusBy: Brad Manock

            I currently drive a blue Jetta Prius, there is a stigma that goes along with driving a Prius. If you are unfamiliar with the Prius stereotypes it is basically that Prius drivers=homosexuals. My previous car needed a new gas pump and I chose to get rid of the car and then I ended up getting a Prius. (Yes, straight people are allowed to buy a Prius though most choose not to.) In this article I am going to describe some of my experiences as a Prius owner.


Thinking About The Environment

            The Prius I currently own was worth $6,000 but I ended up getting it for $3,000 so it was a good opportunity. When I tell most people this fact they will sarcastically say something like “oh really, how many cocks did you have to suck to get that price cut in half?” It is not good that something that is fuel efficient and good for the environment is viewed as being homosexual. If you are a homosexual, go buy the biggest manliest truck you can find. This way, if every homosexual has a big truck, then the stereotypes will flip and it will be like “15 miles to the gallon?! FAAAAAG!” Then everyone will be driving a Prius as to avoid looking like a homo. Sure it might be a little offensive, but it is good for the environment so that should count for something. Imagine every egotistical redneck going to the car dealership like “it needs to be AT LEAST 30 miles per gallon!”



            I don’t get very much respect on the road. When I am on the highway I will get passed constantly no matter how fast I am going. I think people perceive speed differently when they are driving behind a Prius. When they hear the loud whining of my engine, they will step on the gas and pass me if at all possible. Since there is such a stigma with the Prius it would be thought of as shameful to be driving behind one. Once in a while I will be going fast enough that I will be the one doing the passing on the highway, sometimes the other driver doesn’t notice or care, other times they speed up. They will be like “what is that sound” and look over their mirror to see a Prius attempting to pass them. I think the people who don’t care are driving alone. The people who speed up have other people in the car taunting them about not letting the Prius pass them. So when they speed up I acknowledge the fact that they are speeding up and then I slow down so I can get back into the other lane, and then they slow down so I can’t get back into the other lane. What the fuck? Now I am not sure what the technical definition of “faggot” is but it needs to be changed to “someone who, while driving, speeds up while being passed and slows down to block the car from getting back into the other lane.” This way I can call this other driver a faggot and be technically correct, which is of course the best kind of correct.


I Can Feel You Judging Me!

            I will walk through one very specific situation that I went through during my year and a half of driving a Prius. I was driving to work one summer night at about 11p.m. There was barely anyone else on the road. I saw a guy, probably about 20 years old, riding a tiny pink bicycle towards me on the opposite sidewalk. This bike had glittery tassels coming off the handle bars and it was clearly designed for little girls. This guy looked at me, driving my Prius, and gave me a very judgmental look as if I was the one being unmanly in that particular situation. If you’re riding a tiny pink bicycle, you don’t get to judge anyone else any more. I think there is a mental trigger in the minds of homophobic men where, if someone thinks they’re a homosexual, they have a knee-jerk reaction to insult the other person. This is a very odd phenomena that I don’t really understand. This would never happen in nature, you never watch the Discovery channel when the announcer says “and here are two elephants, screaming ‘faggot’ at each other because they are insecure.”


So anyways, back to the bike situation. Now I can’t read minds, but sometimes someone glares at you with enough emotion that you might as well be able to read minds. This was one of those situations. This guy riding the tiny pink bicycle must have seen me looking at him, judging him, and then he returned the judgmental look as if to say “I might be riding a tiny pink bicycle but you’re driving a Prius, you’re so unmanly you don’t get to judge me anymore!” Keep in mind that this mutual judgmental glaring only lasted for two seconds tops, but there was a lot to be learned from that encounter.


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