On the Internet, everybody has an opinion about everything, but if you're smart you know when to keep your mouth shut. That was me during the "Cash For Clunkers" story, which I still don't really understand nor have any desire to. I am not a car person — have never been, never will be. Not only do I not drive, I don't have my driver's license; there's a story there, but the upshot is that I spent my high school years an ardent environmentalist and workout junkie who wanted to save the environment, burn calories and have my boyfriends drive me around. I remember Lawrence Berger drove his mom's burgundy Oldsmobile, and I'd slide over in the middle seat next to him as we trolled the mean streets of suburban Don Mills, aka my northerly suburb of Toronto. Subsequent boyfriends with snazzier rides have never been able to compete with that feature. Like I said, I'm not a car person. (more...)