The (slightly used) Ford Mustang is the official car of the successful American woman’s quarter-life crisis. These thirty-year old women have spent the majority of their time since graduating from Emory University ignoring the harassment from their employers and working long hours at the public relations firm they hoped to dominate. Weekend Blackberry emails, last-minute trips to San Francisco, and expensive dinners on the clients’ credit card were always normal parts of the agenda. However, one day when they wake up alone to a closet full of expensive business suits and brides-maid gowns, they realize they have wasted their youthful looks on improving their pay scale, and not finding a husband. That’s when the Mustang enters their lives: an apple-red (or jet black), desperate grasp at rescuing their feminine spirit from the depths of corporate loneliness.

However, since they are women, they of course do not make as much as their male counterparts and can therefore only afford the cheaper Mustang as opposed to a more expensive Lexus or Audi.