Ignore my driver’s license. Ignore my “birthdate.” I am 12 years old. Most of the time, I am 12 in the sense that all I want to do is watch and on television. Sometimes, I am 12 in the sense that I want to be a living, breathing Polly Pocket, except more sparkly.

That was the case when I bought a pair of knee-high, rhinestone-covered boots with heels roughly as tall as a wine bottle. It was the case when I drank a bit too much wine last week and started ordering jewelry online for no reason other than that it was shiny. Sometimes, this stuff just happens.

And, you see, it was also the case when I saw this 2006 Lotus Elise , because the thing is pink. It’s frickin’ pink. And when you zoom in, do you know what you see? Pink rhinestones. Frickin’ pink rhinestones.

(Mom and Dad told me I can’t use the other “F” word, or I’ll get grounded.)

Sure, one or two rhinestones might be missing from wear, but that’s nothing a little hot glue can’t fix.

Call it a Barbie car. Call it blasphemous. Tell me about how the first thing you’d do if you bought it was change the color, even if you should know that $39,950 is , especially if you want to change the color on it. Tell me how is the only real color for an Elise, and how the rhinestones don’t . Please, I beg you.

Because when you do that, do you know how I’ll respond? I’ll stomp my left foot down in sparkly, rhinestoned heels so high you could never imagine operating a clutch pedal with them, and I’ll be on my way, off to do the stuff any 12 year old in a pink sports car would do.

I’ll probably even crimp my hair and get some pink highlights for the occasion, just because I can.