I don’t even know where to start with this one, although I will say that none of the lows that advertisers stoop to really surprise me when I’m watching football.

Okay, first, just because I am a woman doesn’t mean that the plethora of stereotypes spewed in the ad apply to me in any way.  Secondly, just because I don’t like those things, doesn’t mean I will like your man-machine.  Yoga and sports cars are not mutually exclusive.

Furthermore, beyond never wanting anything to do with this man-machine, I don’t want anything to do with anyone who does want anything to do with the hypermasculine desperation dripping from this hunk of metal.

I hate football commercials.

Don’t you wish you could leave that old hunk of junk at home?  Sure, she’s loyal.  Dependable.  Gives you what you need to the best of her ability.  But she’s getting up there in age, and – lets not kid ourselves – her body just isn’t what it used to be.  What if you could just get away for a hot weekend and run around with a gorgeous young thing, full of energy, spunk, and rearing to go?

No, I’m not talking about cheating on your wife!  I’m talking about renting a car!

Avis: almost as good as a hot young mistress.