It doesn’t matter the car, I just love reading L.A. Times auto critic Dan Neil:
VERILY, it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a chubby eighth-grader to wriggle into the back seat of most four-door, three-row crossovers. Here is the functional impasse of vehicles like the Mazda CX-9, Volvo XC90 and Acura MDX: The opening for the rear doors cannot be made large enough for passengers to readily ingress the third row. Widening the rear-door openings results in something like the Mercedes-Benz R-Class, whose huge rear doors spread to the wingspan of a U2 spy plane, or the ears of Alfred E. Neuman.
What buyers of these vehicles really want is a minivan, a seven-passenger vehicle with large and convenient sliding doors on the sides. Oh, but heaven forfend! If you drove a minivan people might think you’re a . . . you know . . . parent or something! It seems to me the whole crossover segment is driven by a single, neurotic imperative to deny family status. Trust me, people: If you’re driving a big honking crossover with child car seats in the back, you’re not fooling anyone. You are soooo married.