Minivan manliness
    October 1 2015 by Chuck Fuller, Anderson University

    I’m writing in defense of the minivan. This seems self-serving since I own one (our second, actually) and seems disingenuous because I participate in the “no-swag wagon” banter that accompanies ownership.
     
    But hear me out.
     

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    Chuck Fuller

    According to popular perception, a minivan says all the wrong things – the surrender of individual style, a capitulation to necessity, the loss of youth, the blandness of middle-age life – the final resignation to a decidedly uncool existence. For men, the embarrassment is heightened as the minivan announces his loss of youthful vigor, his embrace of the “dad life” and even the compromise of his essential masculinity. A minivan says, “My virility is gone. My best years are done.”
     
    I disagree.
     
    The factors involved in owning a minivan represent the progress of one’s maturity, not the regress of one’s manliness.
     
    Middle-aged men often go to great lengths to convince their wives to spend more money on a vehicle that’s far less capable than a minivan. Take the SUV, for example. They’re heavier and supposedly tougher, but compared to a minivan, almost any SUV has less cargo space, less (and less configurable) seating, less fuel economy and fewer conveniences (like power sliding doors). Also, many current minivan models come with exceptional power and some pretty sweet perks. I’m rather familiar with a particular model that has the same engine as a police pursuit cruiser, accent-stitched leather seats and pearl-coat black paint, but I digress.
     
    The point is that plenty of men reject the minivan simply to maintain a certain look, which is silly. Guess what, Mr. Thirty- or Forty-something married with kids: Your days of choosing a vehicle to make an impression or attract women are over – or they should be. You’re a man now, the goofy things of your youth are behind you and, if you’re honest, life is better. The big questions about career and love and marriage and children have likely been answered, and your relative stability is something to celebrate. You’ve worked to achieve it, it’s a sign of your maturity, and few things say it better than a seven-seat people mover. Your best years aren’t done. Your truly fruitful years have arrived.
     
    Driving a minivan is a culturally subversive, even rebellious salvo against our self-absorbed milieu. Sure, it represents the loss of personal freedom and individual identity, and that’s the point. A middle-aged man still caught in his own preferences and expressing his own image is, by definition, a jerk.
     
    The mark of true manliness is stewarding strength to serve others – one’s God, one’s family, one’s country, one’s community. In a sense, a minivan is a sign of such selfless strength. Instead of showing his toughness with a sparkling new F-150 or his aggressiveness with a Camaro LS1, a man’s minivan says that his second-most-expensive possession (next to his house) is directed at serving the needs of his family. The minivan is a magnificent symbol of true masculinity.
     
    So, my fellow faithful husband and father, spurn the cultural ridicule and fire up that 6000-pound (and 300-horsepower, if you’ll shop) box of safety and convenience with your chin up and your chest out. That minivan is a manly machine.
     
    (EDITOR’S NOTE – Chuck Fuller is assistant professor of Christian studies at Anderson University’s College of Christian Studies in Anderson, S.C., where this column first appeared at the college’s MinistryU Blog.)

    10/1/2015 11:54:58 AM by Chuck Fuller, Anderson University | with 0 comments
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