Because yesterday made me lose faith in the world again, and because the earth is dying, today I’m only posting things that cheer me up. Please call your congressperson to get them to save our lives in Washington.
Design: CR-Vs are baby SUVs. The design reflects many users from many places but they all have this in common: they don’t have enough muscle (or hate for the earth) to drive a real SUV. Also, the design of the CR-V has gone down and down and down with each new generation. They used to be so campy and fun! Now? Eh. Vanilla.
Aesthetic: “I’m a city person who doesn’t like getting dirty and I want something to put babies or dogs or things-that-aren’t-adults into the backseats—or maybe I’m a sporty college femme-butch lesbian. I can’t tell yet.”
Features: This CR-V was very basic. It was burgundy. My shirt matched it so that’s the feature.
Honda Dayness: Very Honda Day. The CR-V is the Civic of “big” Hondas. It’s ubiquitous and nice enough but not exciting. You don’t ever go “OOooOoooOohhh: Happy Honda Day to me because it’s a CR-V!!!” Instead you go, “How Honda Day: it’s a CR-V.” That makes it very Honda Day.
How Happy Does This Honda Make Me? No. It’s so basic. My outfit was super hella basic, too. I hated it and I almost didn’t even photograph it because it was not my jam. I love all the pieces—I just don’t love them all together. But! My shirt matched the car. That’s the only redeeming value of it.