You pussy. Even though you have independent college-radio coming in through the speakers and a Democratic campaign sticker on the back, you are not indicating yourself to be the free-spirit indicative of the “Volkswagen Generation” by driving around a new Jetta. OK, maybe your friends even know you as the “quirky” one of the group who really liked Austin Powers as a teenager, and now prefers Little Miss Sunshine and foreign films; but the fact remains that you are as still as plain as can be. You are white, suburban, and smell like your local mall’s Abercrombie and Fitch store.