Buying a car used to be an experience so soul-scorching so confidence-splattering so existentially rattling that an entire car company was based on the promise that you wouldn't have to come in contact with it.
I don't turn to greeting cards for wisdom and advice but they are a fine...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
We need to think more about the nature of rhetoric in anthropology. There isn't a body of knowledge and thought to fall back on in this regard.
