“Ha. Cute. Nice try, my finger is already on my nose.” Mal scoffs, and Evie is quick to glance over her shoulder to see that Mal’s finger is indeed already on her nose. “I know this game too well with you, babe. Give me the keys.”
“But I wanna drive.” Evie whines as she holds the keys to her chest with one hand while the other guides her sunglasses to the top of her head. “You always drive, Mal. Can’t I please just drive this one time?”
“No.” Mal replies as she holds her hand out and wiggles her fingers. “Shall we reminisce on the last time you drove? You were singing along so loud to the radio and go so distracted that you literally almost ran over some old lady.”
“You said you wouldn’t talk about that! And it was an accident.” Evie huffs as she finally gives up and holds the keys out to Mal who quickly snatches them with a smile. “One day you’re going to let me drive again.”
“That’ll be the day I stop valuing my life.”
Evie’s jaw drops as she trails behind her girlfriend, “That is so rude.”
“I don’t think it was rude at all, I’m just stating the truth.” Mal calls over her shoulder as they wonder out of the house. “E, you know how much I love you but you can’t drive for shit. I’ve seen the tabloids, and Seb tells me all about it.”
“You can’t trust the word of an eight-year-old.” Evie grumbles as she carefully trails Mal down the steps and towards their waiting car. “So I may not be the best driver, but you shouldn’t limit my driving privileges so much.”
“E, we can discuss then when we’re not twenty minutes late to pick up Sebastian.” Mal chuckles as she unlocks the doors to the Lexus before she looks back at Evie. “Come on, babe. Let’s go.”
“I’m going to drive the Jaguar.” Evie shrugs. “Little prince loves it.”
“The fuck you’re driving our Jaguar. We just got that and I refuse to let my insane girlfriend drive it into a wall or scratch it.” Mal scoffs as she pushes her sunglasses into her blonde locks before she smirks. “And I hid the keys.”
”Not very well.” Evie chirps as she digs them free from the purse on her arm while Mal simply gaps at her. “You won’t let me drive the Lexus so I’ll settle with driving your precious Jaguar. We got two cars for a reason, remember?”
“No, we got two cars because you didn’t want to have to carpool anymore.” Mal corrects as she leans back against the Lexus before she stretches her arm out. “Give me the keys or I’ll make you sleep on the couch tonight.”
Evie arches an eyebrow in amusement, “Cute.”
“E, I’m serious.” Mal huffs.
“Keep on telling yourself that.” Evie sneers as she sways her way towards the garage as a smile grows on her face as the door pulls up to reveal their red Jaguar. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a little boy waiting to be picked up.”
Evie strolls lazily towards the waiting car only to squeal as arms curl around her waist, and she is quick to struggle in the grasp as she is lifted from the ground. With ease, Mal turns them away from the garage before she carefully settles Evie back on her feet and attempts to reach for the keys. For a moment, the couple struggles as Mal grunts from Evie elbowing her in her side while Evie attempts to fold herself in to hide the keys.
“No. You are so not driving the Jaguar.” Mal groans as she fights to grab the keys from her girlfriend while Evie squeals and struggles against her. “Evelyn Victoria Grimhilde, give me the fucking keys or so help me…”
“No!” Evie whines. “I wanna drive.”
“We’re going in the Lexus. Together. And I’m driving.” Mal growls.
The two continue to struggle against each other, and Evie giggles as Mal begins to playfully bite at her bare shoulder while she stumbles over her heels slightly. The arguing and teasing goes on for a good three minutes before they hear someone clear their throats, and both are quick to turn their gazes to the end of their driveway where their neighboor stands with a concerened frown.
“Are you two ladies okay?” The woman asks in a gentle tone.
“We’re fine, Mrs. Lawrence.” Mal assures her as her hand creeps towards Evie’s before she grabs the keys from the distracted woman’s hand. “We were just discussing who was going to drive us to pick up Sebastian.”
“Yeah, everything is perfectly fine.” Evie nods as she reaches for the keys, but Mal simply tightens her grasp on her the cool metal with a glare. “Don’t worry about us, my girlfriend is just being stubborn.”
“Mm, I know how that is, dear.” Mrs. Lawrence hums. “John is the same way.”
Mal straightens up with a scowl, “Hey, I am not that bad.”
“Whatever you say, dear.” Mrs. Lawrence chuckles as she continues on her walk.
Evie watches her go before she grabs a pair of keys from Mal, “I’m taking the Lexus whether you like it or not.”
“Yeah, you go right ahead because I’m mad at you and I don’t want to sit through traffic with you anyway.” Mal mumbles as she watches her girlfriend saunter to the car. “You are so not getting laid tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Evie giggles before she pauses and glances towards Mal. “Drive safely.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Mal scoffs before she pauses and softens. “You too.”
Evie smiles as she watches Mal, “Is it possible to love someone too much?”
“Don’t try and be cute.” Mal sneers with a glare. “Race you! First one there gets to drive Sebastian home and pick what we have for dinner!”
Jaguar XK-RS, 2004. A prototype based on the first generation XK convertible, built by Michigan-based Rocketsports Racing in cooperation with Jaguar North America which was, at the time, the most powerful road-going Jaguar convertible ever, packing the 550 hp.
( I mean this in the most polite way possible plz ) honestly I didn't know much about conspicuous consumption until I read your post. I looked it up and could you please explain why it could be harmful ? To me brands don't matter that much if I like it I buy it does that mean buying a Prada bag has somehow negative connotations than picking up a satchel from the local supermarket?
First of all, I want to point out that this is all just my opinion. Nobody has to agree with me. But for me personally, the primary problems with conspicuous consumption are threefold. The first is a purely financial one, the second is a largely social one, and the third has to do with personal ethics and values.
First, it’s about the flow of money in a society. Where does the money go? Some people have money to burn, while others live in poverty. If the people who have a lot of money spend it all on making themselves look flashy, buying themselves Jaguars and mansions, then they aren’t putting that money places where it could help others. It is estimated, for example, that Andrew Carnegie gave away almost 90 percent of his gigantic fortune, contributing hugely to our society instead of spending it all on impressing his friends and neighbors (or haters). In more modern times, Bill Gates and Warren Buffett have not only given much of their own money to better the lives of others, but have also encouraged other billionaires to likewise use their money responsibly instead of in purely selfish ways. (Some other famous people who try to use their money to better the world instead of just buying a bunch of fancy cars are Bono, Oprah Winfrey, Matt Damon, Missy Elliott, Shakira, and J.K. Rowling.)
Second, conspicuous consumption fosters an “us/them” feel to a society. I grew up fairly poor, so I can tell you that when a poor person sees someone in a Lamborghini or reads that so-and-so wore a necklace that cost $3,000,000, the poor person might feel like, “Wow, I wish I could have that fancy thing,” but they also feel belittled. They feel more aware of the fact that they are poor than they did 2 minutes ago. It’s like rubbing their faces in their socioeconomic inequality. It’s like wearing a sign that says, “Hi! I’m rich! I’m richer than you! Don’t you wish you could be rich? Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?” Why else would you buy something that is very conspicuously expensive, except to make other people aware of how rich you are? That’s the whole point of conspicuous consumption: rubbing other people’s faces in how much money you’ve got. A Prius would get you to your destination just as well as a Jaguar, but it wouldn’t make as many other people jealous.
And that leads me to my third objection to conspicuous consumption: what it does to the person who’s spending the money. It encourages a sort of superficial attitude that showing off to other people is the most important thing in life, that making other people envious is a healthy goal. Notice the word “conspicuous” … it’s about spending your money in ways that will be very visible to other people. It’s not about buying the more expensive car because it’s safer and more energy efficient; it’s about buying the more expensive car because it’s going to be a visible status symbol. It’s about buying the more expensive car because it’s more expensive than your friend’s and so it’ll show that you’re richer than he is. Why should people care so much about showing the world how rich they are? Why should that be important?
I don’t have a problem with somebody buying a Prada bag. That’s small potatoes. What I do have a problem with is conspicuous consumption on a large scale and what it does to our society. If someone spends $100,000 on a Jaguar, how many people could they have fed with that money instead? And if they’ve bought a Jaguar, chances are they’re spending plenty of their money on other flashy stuff, because buying a Jaguar is indicative of a certain attitude toward money and society. So that’s where the money is going, and that’s where their personal values are going. They are valuing looking good over doing good. (It’s not this black-and-white, of course, because some people do both, often because it is expected in their profession and they need to run with the rich boys or they wouldn’t be able to continue making money that helps others. But I think that most people who buy Jaguars aren’t doing it for those kinds of reasons.)
I guess, for me, in the end, it’s about valuing your own visible social status over the actual health and well-being and happiness of other people. It’s about purposely showing off in order to make yourself feel somehow better than others … and thereby make others feel somehow lesser. It’s about choosing to put others down instead of lift them up.
But that’s just my own feeling. I’m not any kind of social theorist, and I haven’t started some kind of fancy charity. People can spend their money how they want—it’s their money—but when they choose to spend it in ways that serve primarily just to announce how rich they are, it kind of pisses me off.
So Jackson is a WereKanimaWolf? In what universes does that make sense unless, to begin with, one or both of his birth parents had been Kanima?
Which would have made more sense in season two. Had it been revealed that the accident that had killed Jackson’s parents had been caused by hunters because one or both of his parents weren’t human, had the werewolf bite not taken but instead activated this supernatural gene in him that he’d inherited from said dead parents.
Had he gone to London because, hey, he came clean to his adoptive parents and had done research with the help of Danny and had found out that London is where his parents were from, maybe that they’d run away to the United States because of something. It would have been a great way to wrap up Jackson’s story and a great way to reintroduce him.
“Hey, what have you been up to?” “Oh well, after I found out that my parents were werekanimas and that they were on the run I went to London to learn more about them (fill in with super interesting filler of Jackson and his London adventures and maybe how he came to meet Ethan.)”
This is what they should have done. Even if they hadn’t had thought of bringing Jackson back at all it would have been a good way to wrap him up. This WereKanimaWolf thing makes no sense and seems…really…lazy too
aaa…I’m so tired now but I made a ton of progress in 9…I FINALLY BEAT ASH…and Hamanov, Mimi, and Hayato…and some courses ;O; (including that one with Mary, me, Zizz, and ALT, actually I finished with my gauge still half full even though it was so hard before…!)
Rena had wanted to get out for a run. She stripped of her clothes before going into her jaguar form and left the house. She began to run into the forest. She then heard something. She climbed a tree and crept over to see what was making the sound.
Day 2 into Jaguar Man’s summoning to Chaldea, she finally decided that she would eat. Having heard nothing of the red chef the Jaguar was going to pick up her daily meat!
Once she hit the cafeteria she activated her honed Jaguar senses to see where either a chef or meat was. “Hmmmm Aha with my fine senses I have found a source of food!” Poking her head into the kitchen “Chef! Jaguar Man demands food!” Tail swishing and swashing happily.