"Dickmagnet hipster shitboxes" = "Toyota's idea of youth marketing."
Dare I say it? Chick cars. Something Daddy is going to buy for sweetie for graduation. He likes it because he knows it's really a Toyota, and she likes it because it's cute, and a deformed-dwarf sort of way.
The boys are all wanting a WRX or a Lancer Evo or a Neon SRT-4. But they can't get insured so all I see driving them are old farts.
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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.