She might always seem a little behind the times. For she isn’t cool or sexy, like a speedboat that might be piloted in swift circles around her, and then made to churn off toward the horizon while liable to run out of fuel, and whose owner cares not for the ocean he is in, and all of its creatures, but only for the pleasures he might experience from the way he treats it, and the reputation he imagines will accrue to him if enough people take notice of him, and believe he is in possession of something they ought to covet.