Lain goes to a Montessori preschool. We liked the Episcopal one that she went to before, but we came to the conclusion that she needed a different sort of interaction than they could give her (which was much more of a group-classroom setting).

The two schools cater to different markets. The Episcopal one is super duper inexpensive, and the Montessori one isn’t. The Episcopal one was religious but in an Episcopal sort of way. But they emphasize it in their literally, largely because I think they know the local market. More fundamentally, though, Montessori schools are Montessori. Open, freewheeling, and so on. Less structured. The result of this is that the Episcopal school had a lot of more conservative, less well off families. A lot of grandparents there at dropoff and pickup either because they were the free babysitting or because the parents were out of the picture (a common thing out here). The parents at the Montessori school had more stay-at-home parents like me, older parents, and generally more liberal parents (or at least hippie-oriented).

There are eighteen kids at the Montessori and around pickup time there are usually three or four Subarus. It’s all so very stereotypical.

Except one thing: The food.

We mostly supply our kids own food, but there are also snacks that we alternate providing. And the snacks and stopgap foods are… crap. Junk food. The junkiest of junk food. Junk food I had never even heard of. It’s enough that it’s often difficult to get Lain to eat the lunch we prepare for her because the salty, greasy chips and whatnot are much tastier. When it’s my turn to supply the food and I ask what they want, they recommend the crappy food that is usually there.

It’s enough to make me (me!!) almost feel like a food snob.


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Will Truman (trumwill) is a southern transplant in the mountain east with an IT background who bides his time taking care of their daughter while his wife brings home the bacon. You will probably be relieved to know that he does not generally refer to himself in the third-person except when he's writing short bios on his web page.

4 Responses to Subarus & Junk Food

  1. Dr X says:

    Off topic. About Subarus… I’ve had no clear association to a type that drives a Subaru and only know one person who had a Subaru. I decided to read up on their market, and just learned that they have a strong gay customer base, deliberately cultivated since the 90s, and specifically a lesbian following. Maybe almost everyone knows that? I didn’t know that. In fact, lesbians are 4 times as likely to drive a Subaru compared with other drivers. And yeah, my friend who had a Subaru. Lesbian.

    • trumwill says:

      I hadn’t really heard that, but I’m not surprised. I remember in Arapaho there was that cultural divide between Subaru and Jeep that, from stereotypes anyway, would put gay people and people who support gay rights in the Subaru camp. But I’d never really seen special advertising or anything.

      • greginak says:

        Suburu had ads aimed at lesbians a few years ago as i remember. They were well aware of that market at aimed at it. It’s been a thing for years.

        Fwiw Suburu’s are often better in winter weather then a lot of trucks.

    • Brandon Berg says:

      Several years back I went out a few times with a girl who played women’s rugby, which apparently is about as lesbian-dense as you might expect, and she said that several of her teammates had Subarus. I think that’s how I learned the term “Lesbaru.” I can’t vouch for it, but here’s an article about it.

      Fun fact: Subaru is the Japanese name for the Pleiades constellation. Shinji Tanimura had a big hit in 1980 with a song called “Subaru”. It was about the stars, not the cars.

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