A ratty old car might actually be a financial badge of honor.
Actually, Theresa once said it was one of the things that attracted her to me. She took it as a sign that our basic values were in sync. Buckworks has been shopping with her in Vegas and knows this well. Given my wife, my family, my friends, my in-laws, I'm reasonably inoculated against affluenza.
But the forces arrayed against you are powerful and sophisticated. Many people are not inoculated. Maybe they grew up poor and were always made to feel like less of a person, so they dreamed of being able to drive a nice car.
Then you take this massive, sophisticated sales and marketing machine and point it at them with both barrels. The car salesman doesn't ask "How much can you afford?" He almost always asks, "What kind of monthly payment are you looking for?" He's thrilled to set you up with eight years of financing. He's going to try every trick to hide the true cost. He's going to play to your fears, your insecurities, your vanity.
I understand why they are not able to resist. They lack the mental, financial and emotional tools. They lack a friend like Buckworks whispering in their ear. They are outgunned. And voilą! 1.1 trillion dollars in auto debt. Sad, but not hard for me to understand and empathize with.
At his old company, my brother used to run a workshop where he started by having people go through a magazine and estimate the percentage of space devoted to ads. Then he asked people to answer one question: "What is the kind of person these ads are telling you to be?"
They would discuss that for a while, and then he would ask a second question: "Is that the kind of person you WANT to be?" Just that one exercise was a powerful, life-changing tool for some people.