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"I'm talking about *driving a car,* one of the most universal pastimes we have."
No, you're reviewing a car, and telling people it's revolutionary when, like ethanol, it's a big step sideways at best which you would know if you actually had a clue about the subject matter. We all eat, yet I would like to have a person who knows food tell me how to eat healthy, or an arborist to tell me how to prune a tree. You should be taken seriously in this context because, obviously, you know all about the universal pastime of driving a car? Please. Pastime? My dictionary says pastime is "an activity that someone does regularly for enjoyment rather than work."
You see, Farad, most people in this ass-backwards country have to drive to work, because there aren't any other viable alternatives. I wish it were not so, but it is. This ain't a pastime, it's the way we have to live. And commuters are getting their asses kicked right now because fuel has gone through the roof.
We live in a period when, more that ever, people need to make intelligent choices about how they get around and Salon should take this seriously enough to have somebody who knows something about the "genre" pass on information about what's out there.
And by the way: in response to my post, wordsmith, genre means category, and in this case the category is small economy cars. The rapier wit demonstrated by your music reference tells me all I need to know about your credentials as a journalist, for you don't address the substance of what I said but rather tried to be entertainingly insulting.
But what the hell. I've learned not to take what Salon says seriously anyway, except for the work of Mr. Greenwald. He is a treasure. He's become the only reason I bother reading this thing; if only other contributors had the same standards for journalism that he does. This stuff ain't entertainment only. The truth actually matters.