I’ve hit a nerve with the Minivan men and the women who love them. So far, the argument from readers — and Tim & Susan — seems to be that men who knock minivans are implicitly knocking marriage. This seems to be as silly as saying that women who knock minivans are in reality slighting motherhood. After all, moms who drive minivans usually do so to drop of their kids at soccer practice etc.

Sorry, I don’t buy it. I love my family and I’m happy to be married. But, yes I think minivans are uncool. They might not be emasculating in the sense that being a good father and husband is the best definition of being a man, but I’m sorry I just don’t want a minivan for the same reason I wouldn’t want to paint my car pink with fluffy bunnies on it — even if that would make my daughter happy. This isn’t to say I will never, ever, own a minivan but the needle on the uncoolness to necessity ratio-meter is still pointing deep into uncool territory. And frankly, I think those who are trying to shame me into a minivan are playing the masculinity-questioning game in reverse. And I’m not falling for it.