I drive a Prius. I wouldn’t exactly say it’s a sexy car; the word “practical” comes to mind. It gets good mileage, is safe, and fits our family of four just fine in most cases. It’s gotten its share of dings and dents over the years, but it has been a very reliable and low maintenance way to get around town.
Of course, what I really want is a Tesla. My son wants one too. There is a showcase for them in a local storefront, and he begs me to go by for a visit every time we are nearby. Though he is only 10, he already makes a pretty strong case to my wife, explaining how much of the cost of the car will be offset by the savings in gas, and he was elated to find out it was recently rated the safest car on the road.
So far it hasn’t worked in our favor. But we keep trying.
This, of course, is not envy; it is simply good old-fashioned greed. Envy is different, and I would argue that it actually is worse than greed.