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Do they really think women are that dumb?

Feminism

I think one of the ongoing problems with the term “misogyny” is that, for many people, it conjures up strictly images of those men (and some women) who exhibit a really obvious hatred of women—-people who say rape victims were asking for it, the scary dudes who troll Salon Broadsheet and seem to think every woman is out to castrate them and steal their wallets, wife beaters and pimps, the anti-choice protesters who scream vile shit because they blame women for all their life’s failures. Because of this, people who exhibit a more patronizing attitude towards women are assumed to be well-meaning if misguided, and don’t get treated like misogynists.  Frankly, this troubles me, in no small part because condescending assholes often let the uglier hatred come out if challenged, and also because the assumptions the ones affecting a “well-meaning” pose promote are just as damaging to women as overt hatred. 

For instance, a lot of “well-meaning” sexism comes complete with the assumption that women are, as a group, too stupid to breathe and need someone else to do it for them, someone male preferably (or in lieu of that, a woman invested in the patriarchy).  For instance, Jos at Feministing wrote a post about the anti-choice harassers who say they want to “help” women.  I’m more skeptical than she is that they mean this—-like I said, my experience is the condescending assumptions that you’re just too stupid to know better give way to virulent misogyny when you challenge anti-choicers more often than you’d think—-but I’ll accept that some have managed to rationalize their hatred and loathing for female sexuality into a paternalistic attitude.  And in doing this, they promote an extremely bigoted view of women, which is that women are too stupid to figure out how to pick our noses. Here’s a typical “helpful” comment from an anti-choicer:

Please, you’re already a parent. There’s already a life inside of you, a heart beating, a baby that is growing inside of you that has fingers and toes. It’s gonna look like you, it’s gonna love you. Please we ask that you agree…

There are a couple possibilities about what could motivate this comment.  Let’s entertain the idea of taking this comment at face value.  This means that the anti actually believes some woman is going to be like, “Wait.  You mean that if I don’t have this abortion, I’ll get to have a baby? Oh my god!  Why didn’t anyone tell me? (Turns on clinic workers.)  What kind of monsters are you?  Did you know that women who get abortions won’t be having their babies?  How did I get roped into this?”  To assume that this is a possibility, you have to assume women are too stupid to breathe.  Which in turn is an assumption that marks you as too stupid to figure out what a clinic is, how to get to it, and what day is Saturday. 

I’m forced to conclude that this prejudice is disingenuous, a pose adopted by a misogynist who wants people to think well of him or her, and so conceals his/her mean-spiritedness under a narrative that implies that the human beings involved are too stupid to have taken the actions that led to this encounter.  It’s likely that many people peddling this crap have somewhat convinced themselves they think women are that stupid, but at the end of the day, that’s just a thin rationalization they feed themselves and (mainly) others.  When push comes to shove, there’s an ugly misogyny beating right under that “concerned” veneer.

Which leads me to a breath-taking bout of bullshit that I already blogged about at Double X. Eric Morris at Freakanomics entertained the question “Why, when a man and woman are going somewhere in the same car, is the man likely to do most of the driving?”  The answer, of course, is sexism.  But Morris can’t accept that—-god forbid we admit that sexism exists and feminists have a point!—-so he dithers around and then coughs up some essentialist arguments about female inferiority.  It was surprisingly overt:

Why do men dominate the wheel? In the past, physical factors were important. My grandmother learned to drive only after the introduction of automatic transmission and power steering, which made the task much less physically demanding. But driving today’s cars requires little strength. In addition, our roads are engineered to be quite forgiving, for example with very long reaction times permitted by the system.

What else might be responsible? Cultural factors? Social ones? Psychological differences? Logistics? Animal instinct? Historical inertia?

To recap: In the past, it’s understandable that women might not want to drive because they were too weak to work a car and too stupid to know that you have to hit the brake when the stop sign comes up.  I pointed out at Double X that the assumption that women are naturally weak is reaching a serious extreme, if you think that a car without power steering or a gear shift is too much for fragile female bodies to bear.  (And that the assumption of female fragility is suspended for labor-intensive household chores that require a lot more strength than gear-shifting, which inclines me to believe that Morris also thinks gears intimidate the fragile female mind.)  Since it’s self-evident that women aren’t naturally so weak we can’t turn a wheel and naturally so stupid that curves in the road blow out all our neurons, the question I have to ask is this: Is Morris fucking serious?  Does he really think women are too stupid to drive a car more complicated than a go cart?

If indeed Morris is this stupid, he should not be writing for the NY Times and there needs to be a serious reckoning about why on earth one of the most important newspapers on the planet was unaware that women are not only smart enough to drive cars, but they also know how to read and some are even scientists and shit.  And also that he was unaware that a woman who can lift a heavy pot of boiling water or a laundry basket can handle the intense power of the fucking gear shift.  Since no one seems alarmed at how stupid Morris is, I’m forced to conclude that we all know that he knows that women aren’t that dumb, and he’s being disingenuous.  And so once again, I’m forced to conclude that the paternalistic, “concerned” attitudes that assume women are stupid are a thin cover for uglier attitudes.

 

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Posted by Amanda Marcotte on 08:26 PM • (140) Comments

The reason that I always drive with females in the car is the same reason I drive when there are all males in the car.

Comment #1: James K. Polk, Esq.  on  01/12  at  09:08 PM

You would think he’d at least come up with something at least presentable, ie when parking on a street having the woman get out on the sidewalk side in a dress.  Of course given that hardly ever happens anymore its bogus but at least its a decent just so story.

Comment #2: Robert  on  01/12  at  09:08 PM

Wasn’t this a “Lockhorns” cartoon?

Comment #3: atheist  on  01/12  at  09:10 PM

Oh, I dunno. Driving is a chore, and it’s one of the few chores that custom, sociology, whatever, push onto the male, so why shouldn’t women take advantage of it?

At least one self-identified feminist in the comments section of the NYT piece agrees with me:

Quite frankly, I prefer not to have the stress and worry of driving. I consider it a luxury not to have to drive and use my fully empowered voice to request the passenger seat whenever possible. In some ways, I like letting my partner drive - there’s a chivalry to it that I am happy to endulge in, in this particular case, at least.

Of course, there are many exceptions (the man had too much to drink, the woman is better at driving or just plain likes it more than the man does, etc.) And I agree that the gearshift and steering thing is a pretty dumb rationale. And maybe there is sexism behind the whole thing. Still, when you tally up the bad effects of sexism, this one strikes me as fairly trivial.

Comment #4: Bitter Scribe  on  01/12  at  09:17 PM

I had a comment that grew out of control, so I decided to just blog about it.

http://punkassblog.com/2010/01/12/who-drives/

Comment #5: Antigone  on  01/12  at  09:20 PM

As an effect of sexism it is pretty trivial. What is less trivial is the way Morris is creating a narrative to explain this trivial thing which basically says women are too dumb to drive. And what is even less trivial is that the New York Times, gives this guy a megaphone for this drivel.

Comment #6: atheist  on  01/12  at  09:22 PM

While Morris is a dumb ass here, I’m with Bitter Scribe.  I make my partner do the driving on the weekend when we run errands.  Cause I drive all week.  He doesn’t.  I get sick of it, and having someone else do it is a nice change.  I suspect that for many women with families, they spend a good part of their time ferrying kids around and all that as part of childcare responsibilities.  (Not that I have kids, but I often have had to drive for work.)  So not driving when with their partner is like having a break. 

Of course, I can also see your point, Amanda.  When a dating couple goes somewhere, or similar, he’ll likely drive and sexism is to blame. 

Though, I guess sexism is at the root of mama wanting a break from all the kid-ferrying, too.

Comment #7: rowmyboat  on  01/12  at  09:28 PM

The Freakanomics guys are all idiots who think their clever explanations for everything in the world show their genius. My pet peeve is Steven Levitt’s conviction that a military draft “allocates” the “wrong people” to the military and that the all-volunteer army, in contrast, is filled with people who “freely” chose that role and therefore, of course, have the esprit d’corps so necessary to military success. Tell it to my dad, a WWII POW who wonders how we won that war with a “citizens army” but still, 9 and 7 years later, respectively, are still losing in Afghanistan and Iraq. Our whole culture has bought this b.s. that the way things are is the way natural forces compel things to be. So if more men drive, there must be a “natural” explanation. My only shock, perhaps, is that the explanation for women not driving as much as men wasn’t somehow “market” driven. But my lack of shock doesn’t mean I don’t share your disgust.

Comment #8: pbfriedman  on  01/12  at  09:32 PM

Off topic but…
Amanda, has anyone forwarded this article from Details to you yet?:
http://www.details.com/sex-relationships/dating-and-cheating/201001/dating-an-ex-lesbian-hasbian
I thought it was pretty infuriating, homophobic and misogynistic. Definitely an article I can see you taking apart and writing something really interesting about…

Comment #9: AdamN  on  01/12  at  09:32 PM

“lol wimmin cant drive m i rite?” gets you how much money from the New York Times?

Comment #10: preying mantis  on  01/12  at  09:46 PM

As the father of two daughters, I made damn sure they were good drivers, knew how a car works, how to change a tire, drive a stick shift, all the stuff that they needed to feel secure, safe and confident behind the wheel. I sent both of them to a driving school to learn emergency technique. My wife is an excellent driver (she still follows too closely, but I can’t get her to stop, so I’ve given up!) we always share driving duties on trips. Around town, I usually drive, unless she knows exactely where we are going. I don’t feel like my balls are going to wither if she drives. BTW, my farm girl grandmother started driving when she was 10 years old in 1908 and didn’t stop driving for close to 80 years. When grandma was in her 80’s she drove her younger sisters from the East Coast to Santa Monica to see their “baby sister”. They had a hell of a good time, although they only drove about 300 miles a day…they had nothing but time on their hands and saw every attraction there was to see on the trip, I cherish the picture of the old babes standing by the rim of the Grand Canyon!

Comment #11: Jager  on  01/12  at  09:47 PM

Oh, how does Morris feel about Danica Patrick and the other women who drive race cars? Danica spent almost 3 years in Europe driving small Formula cars while she was a teenager, the only woman in the series and won it once, finished in the top 4 the other two years.

Comment #12: Jager  on  01/12  at  09:52 PM

Ooh, this might be a chance for me to ask some fellow-feminists about an issue that has been bugging the hell out of me.  A while back I was stuck by the side of the road for about four hours with a flat tire.  Triple A took forever to arrive and I didn’t know how to change the tire myself.  I felt like an idiot.  After that I was bound and determined to learn how to change my own tire.  I asked my father-in-law to show me and maybe do a couple practice tire changes with me—and he refused.  He said it was far too dangerous and implied that it would require some enormous amount of strength. He said, “I feel it is even dangerous for me to do it.  You should just rely on Triple A.”  I smell a rat.  I bought the same jack the triple A guy used and it didn’t look like it took him any strength at all.  So is there any merit to what my father-in-law is saying? Is there some special danger or difficulty to changing a tire?  I always thought it was a fairly basic skill.

Comment #13: Laurie  on  01/12  at  09:54 PM

And just a quick follow up anecdote.  I was telling a male friend the story about my father-in-law.  The male friend was sort of non-commital about the issue at hand, but he did question whether I would be able to lift and carry the tire.  I found that shocking.  I am an able-bodied, healthy 30-something woman.  It seems obvious to me that of course I can lift and carry a tire.  It seems that perhaps some men really have no idea what average strength is in a woman and have extremely exaggerated ideas about women’s general lesser body strength.

Comment #14: Laurie  on  01/12  at  10:00 PM

@Laurie: Well, if you don’t position the car right it can fall over on you! Other than that, no I can’t really think of anything. My only real experience though was a tire blowout a few years back on a family vacation where I assisted in getting the spare on, so I’m probably not the best source.

Comment #15: truth is life  on  01/12  at  10:01 PM

Oh, I dunno. Driving is a chore, and it’s one of the few chores that custom, sociology, whatever, push onto the male, so why shouldn’t women take advantage of it?

Because the driver has power.

At the far extreme, women who ride with a man who’s driving are at risk of being raped if he decides that he’s going to park the car somewhere in the middle of nowhere and have sex with her whether she says yes or no; not to say drivers can’t get raped, but it would generally involve the passenger having to force her to stop the car, and if he’s her date rather than a guy holding a gun to her head, he’s probably not going to take the risk that he’ll cause an accident by trying to force her to stop.

In the much more commonplace, women who ride with a man leave when he wants to, not when they want to; make the stops he wants to, rather than the stops they want; deal with the traffic situations he’s comfortable with, not the ones they prefer; and probably end up listening to his music and tolerating the heater controls being set where he wants.

If you trust a guy completely and you know he will compromise with you on anything you care about, that’s fine; personally, I don’t trust any human being to that extent.

I can’t understand the philosophy that driving is a chore but being a passenger is relaxing and fun. Of course driving is hell, but being a passenger includes all the exact same hellish parts and none of the control or the pleasures of driving.

I’m going to be one of those horrible old ladies who’s still driving when she’s 90, if I live that long.

Comment #16: Alara J Rogers  on  01/12  at  10:03 PM

It does take a certain amount of strength to get the wheel in and out of the trunk, but that’s about it. I’ve never encountered a jack that required much strength to operate. My sister once had a British Ford which used a screw mechanism to raise the car which tested my patience, though.

As to who drives, it might sometimes come down to whose car is being used. Often the man will have the fancier or quicker car. Another factor occurs to me: on the Honda Civics I’ve owned, the passenger seat could not be adjusted to sit as far back as the driver seat, so someone who was very tall might be more comfortable driving. This is probably not a common case.

Comment #17: bad Jim  on  01/12  at  10:05 PM

I should mention that when grandma started driving in ‘08, you had to hand crank the engine, she could do it. She told me once when she was in college, she routinely helped the “boys’ get cars going!

Laurie,
The only problem you may run into changing a tire is usually the lug nuts are really tight because tire stores use impact wrenches. It makes them hard as hell to get off. Buy a “spinner” lug wrench at an auto store, you can get more leverage. If you put the jack in the right place and block the wheels, use the E-brake and change it somewhere its relatively level, you’ll be cool. And get the car well off on the shoulder, especially if the flat is on the traffic side! The good thing is tires are better than ever and flats are few and far between compared to my grandma’s days!

Comment #18: Jager  on  01/12  at  10:09 PM

Amy and I basically divvy it up depending on whose vehicle we’re in, and we’ll often trade off on the commute—I drive to work and she drives home. But when we were in grad school together in Arkansas, I can’t tell you how many ugly looks I got when I’d be in the passenger’s seat of her truck, as though I was letting the male gender down by not driving (and a truck at that—quel horreur!).

And when we’re on vacation, we determine the driving by where we are. I grew up in a rural area and learned to drive there, so I’m way more comfortable on twisty country roads than she is, and she learned in the city and is way more comfortable with the sensory overload that can come with that. We defer to the other’s strengths.

Which is my roundabout way of saying that Morris is a fucking agnoid.

Comment #19: Incertus, Nacho Daddy  on  01/12  at  10:20 PM

Wow, thanks for the quick responses.  This has been sticking in my craw, and I just need to take some sort of automotive repair course and get on with it!

Comment #20: Laurie  on  01/12  at  10:25 PM

Hey Laurie and Jim: Donuts.  As in almost no 21st century car has a full size tire anymore, so it’s much, much easier (lighter) to lift and change.  That said - there are tons of exceptions (pickup trucks with under bed mounted truck size tires are a dirty, messy pain in the ass to get to and unfasten (especially if some of the bolts have rusted on - WD-40 to the rescue)  but the dirt’s an equal opportunity hassle depending on attire. 

The tire itself - getting lug nuts on and off (again WD-40) making sure they’re tightened securely - small friend just jumps on lug wrench a few times.  Read owners manual, carry WD-40 - and one of those quick-seal cans for lighter punctures, and most able bodied adults should have no problem, IMO.

For what it’s worth, the distaff side of my marital unit drives stick and has raced - both 4x4 off road “monster truck” and hobby stocks.  The spear side is sadly lacking in this skill.

Even further back, that previous generations distaff side, all 5’0, 108# did all the driving, often in those 1940’s and ‘50’s hulks with clutches stiff as a rusty barn door,  as the male was disabled - even with an automatic.  Go figure.

Comment #21: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  10:25 PM

Oh, and the 5’0, 1-8#‘er did it all in lipstick, pearls leather driving gloves, until the late ‘60’s a hat and heels, which she was almost never without to the point that it caused shortening of the tendon which disallowed flats.

Comment #22: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  10:27 PM

Also, don’t forget—-loosen the lug nuts about a quarter-turn before you jack up the car. That way, you can jerk on the wrench and get your legs into it without worrying about the car coming off the jack.

Comment #23: Bitter Scribe  on  01/12  at  10:27 PM

I can’t understand the philosophy that driving is a chore but being a passenger is relaxing and fun. Of course driving is hell, but being a passenger includes all the exact same hellish parts and none of the control or the pleasures of driving.

I don’t feel that way at all (and for the record, I’m a guy). Being the driver means that I have to pay attention to the road all the time, I can never close my eyes (oddly, I can get quite sleepy while driving; go figure), sun in my eyes is a danger rather than an annoyance, and I have to worry about the traffic, which just eats me up inside. By comparison, as a passenger I can goof off, take a nap, read a book, or whatever, so long as I don’t bug the driver so much. Sure, I might have to endure the driver’s taste in radio stations or heater controls, but this is minor compared to the stress and discomfort of driving.

In fact, for me all the hellish parts are gone as a passenger, in particular the feeling of control which pushes me to be paranoid about everything else on the road and just kills me.

Comment #24: truth is life  on  01/12  at  10:29 PM

Jager: so true about the blocks (or chocks).  Had good reason to use them on last mishap here in flat as a board midwest - I found the only steep hill for counties.

Thanks for letting me do gearhead mode for a few posts.

Comment #25: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  10:31 PM

Not minor sexism!  Parents trust the boys to drive more than the girls.  My parents would let me go on on longer trips if my boyfriend was driving than if I was which limited my mobility a little bit but importantly crippled my confidence in my own driving skills and made me nervous any time I drive even though I know I’m a decent drive.  But I’m close to my parents and their believes about my driving ability impacted mine (not fact based beliefs since many of them have never been with me in a car and some that have comment almost every time they actually see me drive on how I’m good).

If the road is difficult or long my dad drives.  My mom is 100% in agreement with this, she has a lot less confidence.  She and my grandparents don’t like it when my sister or I drive large distances.

Despite the fact that I’ve taken a road trip and visited those parks with dangerous roads (despite fights with family) and emerged unscathed and demonstrably did not get into an accident - they still have these beliefs.  :(

Comment #26: Victoria  on  01/12  at  10:38 PM

Hmmm.

When I met my husband, I had a car and he didn’t.  My car was a stick shift, and he couldn’t drive shift.  I tried to teach him, but the Chevy Monza had a very small difference between 1st and third, and he killed it over and over.

I did sell that car to him when I graduated, and he did learn.

Now, he tends to drive more often than I do, but we’re busy getting kids locked in, and driving in Chicago traffic is not fun.  I often forget that driving can be fun.

If we’re going to the airport, I drive b/c he’s getting out.  If he’s got a business call, I’ll drive while he talks. 

If I need to go somewhere, I drive myself.  I think that’s the big deal.  Oddly, where I grew up there were 4 moms who couldn’t drive.  Their daughters all learned.  What a nightmare though, to live somewhere where you can’t even get groceries without a car, and not be able to drive.

Laurie—I broke the lugnut off of that Monza’s tire as a teen by standing on the crowbar trying to loosen it.  So don’t do that.

The only other time I needed help was when the serpentine belt broke on my giant SUV.  I could not drive it without power steering.  Thank FSM I had my dad along, since it about killed him to drive the thing.  Monza without power steering is a totally different beast from giant suv.  We managed to get the damn thing to the mechanics, so saved a tow, but if my dad hadn’t been with me I couldn’t have done it.

Comment #27: Caren-Sun-blocking Creator of Animorphic Pancakes  on  01/12  at  10:40 PM

I read Antigone’s blog post she linked to from comment #5, and identify with her analysis—I’m a good, safe driver (no tickets in forever, no accidents, etc.) but I’ve internalized the message that if I mess up somehow while I’m driving, I’ll be judged more harshly than if I were a man. I’ll be the incompetent lady driver who can’t handle her car. Of course, I drive like a granny at times and have been criticized for being “too timid.” This is why I tend to prefer to hand the driving duties over to my partner, even though I like driving.

Comment #28: jenofiniquity  on  01/12  at  10:47 PM

My mom taught me how to drive a stick shift. Eric Morris can bite me.

Comment #29: whetstone  on  01/12  at  10:52 PM

My tiny, but sturdy grandmother could do what is now called “hypermiling” so well that she won several contests during WWII and had more extra gas ration coupons than she could actually use!

So much for “men drive”.

My MIL used to pull this idiot shit where she would say something like “you have a chauffeur” if I was getting into the driver’s side.  Truth is, we both sort of hate driving locally and thus flip for who has to drive first and generally split the trip evenly.

When we were in Ireland, and I had to do all the driving because of the odd-side standard transmission, my husband threw fits because of the driving conditions, but didn’t want to take over.  I taught him to drive a standard in the first place - when I was 18 and he was 23.

Comment #30: Ms Kate  on  01/12  at  10:53 PM

I would guess that men are in fact worse drivers than women, and Google seems to agree.  Men are responsible for a disproportionate share of serious accidents.  Men are more likely to follow too closely, and they are more likely to drive too fast.  Women on the other hand are responsible for a greater share of minor accidents.

Comment #31: BABH  on  01/12  at  10:56 PM

Did I mention that my MIL didn’t learn to drive until she was in her 30s?  And that my late FIL wouldn’t teach her to change a tire because she could always call someone or walk somewhere (stupid Massachusetts sexist fool - doesn’t work in other places!).  So I took her out one day and taught her to change a tire - she was headed for a driving trip in the desert Southwest through areas without services anywhere near by!

Comment #32: Ms Kate  on  01/12  at  10:57 PM

I drove my diesel rabbit with a broken clutch cable for over a week.  You just have to know when to throw it.

Comment #33: Ms Kate  on  01/12  at  10:59 PM

In my family, I prefer to do the driving.  It’s a control thing.  Happily, my husband prefers to be a passenger, where he can read, sleep, make phone calls and navigate.

Comment #34: BABH  on  01/12  at  11:00 PM

I tend to do most of the driving which is a bit of a laugh since my BF rags on me for being a horrible driver (Boston native living in the Puget Sound area).  I tell him not to take his slow ass to Boston and not expect to get run off the road.  But since I have the smaller vehicle that’s better on gas mileage I drive more.  There’s nothing sexist about it in my case.

#21: phylosopher yeah donuts are simple to get out of cars but you still have to put your broken tire in the car to get it to the repair place.  That is if you don’t just abandon it by the side of the road.  But I carry extra rags, a tool set, gloves, blanket, and (seasonally) chains in my car just in case.  So I can always get clean enough again after picking up the tire. smile

Comment #35: Amalink  on  01/12  at  11:01 PM

Amalink, Massachusetts drivers consistently score in at the bottom of the nation when it comes to driving knowledge, year after year.  Check the GMAC yearly survey.

Comment #36: Ms Kate  on  01/12  at  11:04 PM

My current boyfriend is the first to let me drive his car—a Spyder Eclipse—on a regular basis. Of course, he actually hates driving the car himself, and has been known to walk rather than take the car, but he didn’t have to think twice about turning the keys over to me. No worries that I was going to damage his car.  He already had on scratched it himself and it drives me crazy when people assume I did it. (Also annoys me when I take it to the carwash or oil place and folks praise him for being “brave enough” to let a mere woman drive his car. )

Laurie: I KNOW how to change a tire, and every time it’s come to me having to do it, I can’t. They put those suckers on with pneumatic wrenches and even me hopping up and down on the jack didn’t do anything. (And as Caren notes, it’s a bad idea. You can strip the lugnut or catch your leg/ankle doing that. I haven’t attempted it again.)

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Sexism about driving abilities really hamstrung me when it came time to learn to drive. I had three drivers ed teachers, all with varying degrees of sexist attitudes. The first road instructor (who only certified us on the driving course) was the least bad of the bunch—he didn’t actively say anything, but he did seem to treat the boys with more trust than the girls and unconciously “explained” more to the girls. The one I had for class (the first time around) told sexist jokes about women drivers and had a buncha “my wife” anecdotes. The girls were heckled in class. Unsurprisingly I started skipping the class and failed, which is why I ended up taking drivers ed a SECOND time from the advanced road instructor, who routinely referred to me as “sister” and “sweetie” and “hon,” and who openly praised the boys while criticizing the girls heavily. (We were learning Latin roots in English class at the time, and I coined the word “doxipelliphobia” after dealing with this trio, and used to joke that doxipelliphobia leads directly to doxipellicide. Good thing I grew up before zero tolerance made its way to my community.)

Comment #37: PixelFish  on  01/12  at  11:05 PM

I was eight months pregnant, my husband was in a leg cast up to his hip, and we got a flat in a snowstorm.  AAA wouldn’t come for three hours.

We worked together.  He sat on a tarp on the ground and positioned the lug wrench and worked the crank on the jack.  I used my bonus weight to crack the lugnuts.  He lifted the tire out of the car, I held it while he got down.  We got that wheel off and the spare on and the wheel back in the car within 20 minutes.

Comment #38: Ms Kate  on  01/12  at  11:06 PM

@Laurie: I actually bent a jack one time (a bigass ratchet jack, not a wee scissor jack, which make me nervous as hell) because I was sloppy changing a tire, which was a terrifying lesson in my own idiocy. Not that men and women shouldn’t learn how to change their own, but I can kind of see where an overprotective dad might freak.

Comment #39: whetstone  on  01/12  at  11:06 PM

amalink: Saw your mention of Boston drivers. I moved to Seattle from Boston, and before living in Boston, lived in SF. I had driven bumper-to-bumper 90mph rush hour traffic through the Grapevine canyon on my way into LA from SF, so I figured I could handle anything the driving universe could throw at me….and then I met the Northeast, where you are honked at if you don’t move in the nanosecond the light turns. Fortunately a week or two into my time there, somebody explained the unspoken need of NE drivers to turn left as soon as the light turns green, and I figured if it was a choice between getting T-boned by an ambitious left-turner and getting honked at, I would cultivate zen. Ms. Kate is right that Mass has a horrible record for driving knowledge. (They also are ranked among the highest for traffic fatalities.) Combine that with their horrible winters that really do a number on their roads, and you are in for a barrel of fun. Moving to Seattle was like….well, suddenly everybody is so tame and speed-limit-abiding. But I digress. smile

Comment #40: PixelFish  on  01/12  at  11:10 PM

While my Dad was in Flight training during WW 2, my Mom (19 at the time) and two other pilots wives drove my Grandfather’s prized 1941 Lincoln Continental all over the country-Texas (twice) Kentucky, North Carolina, Boston and she picked my Dad up in California in the fall of ‘45 when he was discharged. These women drove, changed tires, bargained for ration coupons, worked whatever shitty jobs they could get so they could spend as much time as possible with their young husbands. Because as Mom said “the chances were good we might never see them again”. Mom also said she had more fun than she had ever had in her life, she and her fellow travelers were life long friends and I loved to hear the stories about their adventures on the road. My Dad always infered I was conceived in the Lincoln, my Mother would just tell him to “shut up”!

My grandfather relented on her taking his pride and joy Lincoln, because she was going to take my Dad’s 34 ford and he didn’t think it would last…Gramps drove the old Ford, Mom got his new car!

Comment #41: Jager  on  01/12  at  11:11 PM

Insurance companies seem to agree that young women are safer drivers than young men, so the statistics seem to be at variance with the conventional wisdom. What a surprise.

Back to changing tires: what Bitter Scribe said at #23. Always loosen the nuts before jacking up the car.

It used to be that the lug nuts on the left side of Chryslers used a left-hand thread; I remember bending a lug wrench trying to get a tire off. That’s probably not an issue any more, but it doesn’t hurt to consult the owner’s manual in any event.

Phylosopher at #21: you still need to get the old tire into the trunk.

Comment #42: bad Jim  on  01/12  at  11:11 PM

@ Caren #27.  Yes, it can be hellish to drive w/o power steering when the vehicle is moving slowly, and parellel parking is a real biceps/triceps workout.  But once the vehicle is moving, not so bad.

Trick to remember driving is fun - 3 a.m. weeknight Lakeshore Drive - Hall and Oates - cranked.  Sports car with windows down helps, too.

Comment #43: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  11:12 PM

I read Antigone’s blog post she linked to from comment #5, and identify with her analysis—I’m a good, safe driver (no tickets in forever, no accidents, etc.) but I’ve internalized the message that if I mess up somehow while I’m driving, I’ll be judged more harshly than if I were a man. I’ll be the incompetent lady driver who can’t handle her car. Of course, I drive like a granny at times and have been criticized for being “too timid.” This is why I tend to prefer to hand the driving duties over to my partner, even though I like driving.

Same here.  I like driving, but the husband drives way more than I do when we’re together, and especially on long trips (when I would much rather drive, at least part of the time, because being the passenger means I have to take care of the kids and listen to his horrible music choices).  Driving is split somewhat more evenly around town here, though.

But aside from always worrying that if I screw up I’ll be judged much more harshly and have to listen to him lecture endlessly about it—and I will admit that I have had more accidents than he has, mostly because other people have hit me, but there have been more accidents when I was the driver, as well as more speeding tickets—there’s also the fact that he’s a horrible passenger.  Really, he’s an absolute asshole in the car (he’s great just about everywhere else, but he is just awful in the car, both as a passenger and as the driver, but it is so much worse when he’s the passenger).  He absolutely can not keep his damn mouth closed and will question every little thing, criticize my speed (both too fast and/or too slow).  He’s like Hyacinth Bucket on Keeping Up Appearances.  I find it’s mostly easier to just let him drive, because otherwise I’d have to kill him.

And this dynamic is absolutely due to sexism on both our parts and the fact that I didn’t put my foot down often enough about it early on in our relationship (he had a car then and I didn’t, so he drove more) and so now we’ve fallen into this pattern.  And quite frankly, I really have no idea how to change it without seeming like I’m making a huge deal about something that I was always fine with before.  And since I tend to avoid unnecessary conflict, things continue the way they are.

Comment #44: ks  on  01/12  at  11:15 PM

I think Morris may just be one of those guys who is stupid enough to believe the “oh, I can’t bother my pretty little head about those man topics” acts that many women used to do (and some still do) to protect their date or partner’s delicate ego. And then go on about how it couldn’t possibly be sexism because, y’know, Hillary Clinton or something.

On the other side of it, I still remember when my uncle died, and my aunt had to learn how to write a check…

Comment #45: paul  on  01/12  at  11:15 PM

@ #26: and even if the parents don’t inherently trust the boys to drive better, other sexist social factors have a very powerful influence and the boys may well end up as better or at least more confident drivers (which other people may read as greater competence, even if the overconfidence of young male drivers actually makes them more dangerous than timid young female drivers), which can make this a self-fulfilling prophecy. One of my sisters, in particular, has pathological levels of learned helpless when it comes to taking on just about any task that is commonly constructed as masculine, driving among them. She has a crippling lack of confidence in her ability to drive, to the extent that she does not or is unwilling to see that the issue is her confidence. Instead she is utterly convinced that she is physically and cognitively not competent to try and learn how to drive better, and she doesn’t attempt to practice or improve skills in which she is weak, because she “can’t”.

Of course, the reality is that any mentally competent adult will become better at literally anything that they actually practice, even if they still fall below average. I think that one of the underlying social motivations, if not a conscious individual motivation, of this attitude that women are too dumb/weak to learn X is in keeping women helpless and dependent (I know, Captain Obvious to the rescue!) I’m confident that my sister could be well within a standard deviation of average driving skill if she were willing to face her weaknesses and practice. Obviously, there’s a lot more that goes into this than just sex; the personality of some people makes them more vulnerable than others, which is clear when you see that most women are actually able and willing to learn to drive well, and do. But it seems obvious to me that my sister would generally be a much more confident and competent person if she had been born with a Y chromosome; not because of some kind of essentialist superiority, but because her personality would not be such a liability with her being told to be confident in herself, rather than the opposite. One more reason to hate the patriarchy.

Comment #46: grolby  on  01/12  at  11:17 PM

Amalink: I was talking more about the under the truckbed (on your back with midwest slush dripping in your face for seriously dirty. 

And to all - to me there’s a difference between digging and lifting the spare out from under the trunk space where it resides in the current vehicle, with little to no hand space to pick it up, and tossing a deflated tire into the bed or the trunk to get to the gas station.  Then again, it could just be the aged back talking.

Taking a tire off the axel is also easier (again,  to me) than getting one on, lifting and lining up the lugs simultaneously. On the first, there’s a gravity assist.

Comment #47: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  11:20 PM

Also Amalink while the truck has almost all the stuff you mentioned, in the other vehicle, if we kept all that in routinely, we’d probably have to leave one of the kids at home.

Comment #48: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  11:23 PM

I don’t even understand where this meme that boys are better drivers comes from. Men I understand, but doesn’t everyone know that boys pay between twice and six times as much as girls do for car insurance because they are SUCH INCREDIBLY BAD AND DANGEROUS drivers?

Teen males SUCK. They suck hard as drivers. Probably because boys are conditioned to be risk-takers, to see driving as a contest and “losing” as a threat to their status, and to have more confidence in their abilities than their abilities warrant… and couple that with the lack of driving ability *all* teens have because they have no experience, and the lack of judgement *all* teens have because their brains aren’t mature, and you get a driver who is vastly more likely to kill himself and everyone else in his car.

Why would *any* driving instructor treat the boys like they were better drivers? Don’t they know about the insurance rates? Why would *any* parent prefer a same-age male driver to drive their daughter? (If he’s five years older, maybe.) I mean, this isn’t just like saying men are better at something that women are equals at. This is like saying women are better than men at peeing standing up. Empirically the worst drivers on the planet are teen boys. (The same research people turn to to say “women are worse drivers” says that men are overall one and a half time more likely to cause a fatal car accident than women, but that teen boys are more than *twice* as likely to cause a fatal car accident than teen girls, per million miles driven.)

The actuarial rates don’t lie. If insurance companies thought girls and women were a worse risk, they would make them pay more. Instead teen boys pay absurdly more than teen girls.

Comment #49: Alara J Rogers  on  01/12  at  11:25 PM

By the way, changing a tire on the side of the Interstate (or even a local road) is in fact a very dangerous thing to do if you lack the proper supplies, i.e. reflectors, road flares, etc. It’s not a reason not to learn how to do it, and it’s not because of the activity. It’s because of location and traffic. Again, giving danger as a reason not to teach someone to change a flat is total BS, but it is in fact potentially dangerous to do so. So get some little reflective triangles and road flares to put next to the spare. Then demand instruction. Changing a flat is actually remarkably easy to do. Provided that the wheel hasn’t seized to the axle. That’s a frickin’ nightmare.

Comment #50: grolby  on  01/12  at  11:33 PM

OK Alara - out on the unpopular limb again here.  It may be just those risk taking behaviours that more quickly at least, may make boys better drivers in the end, at least in emergency or pressure situations.  One of the best teen lessons I ever had as a driver was in a friend’s “between the stolen car and the insurance reimbursement check” for new car. It was a $50 Buick, and the day before it met the crusher, we took it to a deserted and snow/ice covered area and did donuts for hours, bounced off snow banks, etc.  There is almost no skid that panics me now - and panic is one of the things that usually causes accidents.  Rather than the waste that is many a drivers ed course, I think all teens should spend some time on a road race driving course skid plate, or a true virtual reality simulator (and studies back me up on this) that gives one the experience before you need it in real life.   

ANd before anyone says/thinks I’m an arrogant s.o.b. about my driving abilities - uhm, no.  I’m a safe, couteous driver, usually don’t do more than 5 miles over the speed limit, (OK highways maybe 10-15) and I think I’m lucky to have had the opportunities which make me a competent and confident driver - who could still be in a shitty accident tomorrow - because a lot of driving is sheer luck.

Comment #51: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  11:40 PM

Women of my Mom’s generation learned to do so many things during WW2 and of course when the boys came home they took over again. I never realized how much it pissed my Mother off until several years after my Dad died. Mom was in alcohol rehab and my sisters and I went for family week. She told us what she thought of us and then got going on what pissed her off about Dad, she said that for a couple of years after the war she was so glad he was home she didn’t mind that he put her on a weekly allowance, set up a charge account for groceries and expected her to follow his every command and be at his beck and call. He basically did what he wanted, stayed at work forever, she even stunned us with how much she hated our lake cabin where we spent our summers for years…“he stuck me in that god damned cabin with three kids and no washer and dryer, I was constantly worried one of you would drown, I was exhausted and then he’d show up on the weekend and want to throw a party.” On the surface, here was my young, attractive Mother, with seemingly everything she wanted, nice home, handsome husband with a great job, a summer place and a new red convertible every other year…and she had nothing of her own. After the old man died (he left her in good shape financially) and she dryed out she opened a clothing store and had 15 succesful years running her own business, doing what she wanted with her life, she was happy, energetic and was an even better Mother.

Comment #52: Jager  on  01/12  at  11:43 PM

I have to agree, it’s all about control. In my much more extreme control freaky days, I hated being a passenger, and I drove as often as possible. (Of course, my ex-husband was a godawful horrible driver - distracted under the best of conditions and basically worthless on snow & other extreme conditions.) Now, I’m far less control freaky and perfectly happy to be a passenger, but that’s because the boyfriend is a very good driver (actually a better driver than I am - a fact I don’t generally admit). I trust him completely behind the wheel. Besides, I don’t particularly like driving anymore. It feels like a chore. Add in the fact that the BF is 6’4” and doesn’t fit comfortably in my tiny old Saturn, and we wind up taking his car 99 percent of the time.

I’m generally good with car stuff like driving a stick and changing a tire, but I have one weak spot. I’m scared to death of using jumper cables. I don’t know why. I know how they work. I’ve seen them used a jillion times. But when I’ve needed a jump, I’ve always gotten somebody else to attach the cables. It’s a weird phobia, but there it is. Jumper cables and spiders are the two scariest things in my world.

Comment #53: Phoebe Fay  on  01/12  at  11:45 PM

Grolby - isn’t that one of the reasons (besides wear) given for rotating tires? Do you now put the anti-seize compound on the lugs-or have the garage do it?  Wouldn’t it work on the axle, too?  Esp on older vehicles?

Comment #54: phylosopher  on  01/12  at  11:51 PM

MY 60 y-o uncle refuses to let his wife drive when they are together because he doesn’t want anyone to think he’s gotten a DWI.  Lately his driving skills have slipped, making this a dangerous proposition going forward.  He also refused to get luggage with wheels even though he traveled full-time for his job because he thought people would think he was gay.  For an accountant, he has a lousy grasp of statistics.

As my Dad has aged, he drives less and my Mom, Brother and I drive more.  He doesn’t have quite the same hang-ups as his brother.  However, whenever we travel, he is the one that drives the rental car, even though he is the worst in terms of navigating and driving in strange cities. 

I do agree that the default position of men driving is mostly about power.  With my Dad driving, none of us knew if we were going to get taken against our will to some sight.  I’ll often drive when I want to have control over when we stop.  I think this is why American women get so upset that Saudi women are prohibited from driving.  Driving skills + access to cars = freedom

Comment #55: Kineslaw  on  01/12  at  11:55 PM

I do most of the driving in my relationship, and my husband prefers it that way. We both think I’m the better driver, and he doesn’t particularly care for driving. When this comes up with others, I always get this odd sense that people think this emasculates him. I can assure you, it does not.

Comment #56: chingona  on  01/12  at  11:58 PM

MY 60 y-o uncle refuses to let his wife drive when they are together because he doesn’t want anyone to think he’s gotten a DWI.  Lately his driving skills have slipped, making this a dangerous proposition going forward.  He also refused to get luggage with wheels even though he traveled full-time for his job because he thought people would think he was gay.  For an accountant, he has a lousy grasp of statistics.

Your 60 year old uncle is an idiot.  I travel all the time as part of my job, am as straight as a bloody ruler, and when I buy new luggage (which happens fairly regularly), the two biggest questions involved are “How sturdy are the wheels?” and “Is it easier to roll around than that one over there?”

I mean, wheels allow you to carry more crap because you can stack stuff on the rolling luggage.  And what could be more manly than wading through a crowd moving the equivalent of a small apartment with you without needing a cart?

Comment #57: KeithM  on  01/13  at  12:06 AM

I agree my uncle is an idiot.  Since 90+ percent of travelers use suitcases with wheels and maybe 5-8% of travelers are gay, simple math would tell you that straight people use luggage with wheels.

Comment #58: Kineslaw  on  01/13  at  12:11 AM

Ms. Kate is right that Mass has a horrible record for driving knowledge. (They also are ranked among the highest for traffic fatalities.)

Actually, Massachusetts often has the lowest rate of traffic fatalities in the US. According to this NHTSA page, from 2004-7 it had the lowest rate measured by fatalities per miles traveled (2008 data not available, apparently), and in 2004, 2005, and 2008 it had the lowest rate measured by population.

Comment #59: Dan Blum  on  01/13  at  12:13 AM

Though I am an excellent driver, I do find it a chore, and my husband, who will spend all day driving as a salesman and then come home and play driving games for fun, finds it fun.  So he generally does the driving when we’re together in a car.  I’m well known as the navigatrix in my group, however, because I’m very spacial and excellent at maps and whatnot.  My husband is a bit of a newcomer to feminist thinking, but one of our most amusing moments, after ages of me telling him that people will inherently think I can’t read maps (I was making them for a living at the time) was on our one-year anniversary trip to DC.  We were sitting in a nice tapas restaurant that I’ve always liked, and as I’d booked all of our stuff and do the navigating generally anyway, I was figuring out where we wanted to go and how we should go there.  Our waiter came up to tell us that actually, he’d read a study, and men are better at reading maps than women!  The implication being that clearly I had a husband *right there* who would be so much better than me, and why didn’t I know that?  I gently told him that studies are based on averages and that individual people vary over the space of that and that I, in fact, made maps for a living and was well regarded for my navigational skills, and my husband was like - she can *always* figure out where we are!  It’s great!

He (the waiter) didn’t return to our table for the rest of the meal.

After that my husband was like - did he just come over here to tell you that you can’t read a map?!?! 
Yup. 
Okay, wow, I’ve never seen stupid shit like that before!

Thus an ally is born?

Comment #60: Mimi  on  01/13  at  12:14 AM

I do love driving but only by myself. Once there’s another passenger in the car I get anxious and nervous. It’s the worst with my dad since he nitpicks about every little thing I do.
..Then once we get home safe and sound he praises how great of a driver I am. :p

My mom drives a mail truck for a living so whenever she has days off she insists on having Dad drive. This all changes if we’re going to a store in an unfamiliar area though. My mom is amazing with streets and addresses due to her job. She can find pretty much anything. smile Plus, she’s also a really nervous passenger, so if my dad has to always ask for directions she gets worried.

Comment #61: Khar  on  01/13  at  12:42 AM

there’s a chivalry to it

Oh, puh-leeze.  I can’t take seriously anyone who talks about chivalry (in modern life, anyway).

Granted I’m single, but I prefer to drive.  Yes, I hate traffic, but I LOVE to drive.  Love it.  And I have a sucky commute (North Shore in Mass to the Merrimack valley).  I’ll drive just about anywhere, provided I have good directions, or a passenger who knows where to go.  I don’t have a GPS gadget yet, and I do have a really BAD sense of direction, but still, I’ll drive anywhere.

What a nightmare though, to live somewhere where you can’t even get groceries without a car, and not be able to drive.

This is exactly what my father did to my mother.  Moved her from a small city adjacent to Boston (where you could either walk to where you wanted to go, or grab a bus at the corner) up to the suburbs where there was no public transportation.  And when she finally insisted on learning to drive, he did everything to undermine her confidence.  Her father eventually helped her get her license, but she’s still a nervous driver.

It’s definitely a control thing.

Comment #62: Kristen from MA  on  01/13  at  12:43 AM

Driving is a chore, and it’s one of the few chores that custom, sociology, whatever, push onto the male, so why shouldn’t women take advantage of it?

I’ve found it can create subtle reinforcing patterns inside relationships to never take charge.  And not just romantic ones—-in dealing with men in general.

Comment #63: Amanda Marcotte  on  01/13  at  12:55 AM

I actually used to like driving—-part of being a Texan that can actually help overcome the sexist training Antigone describes so well is that everyone is expected to get pleasure out of certain male pursuits, such as guns, trucks, and football.  (Guns are objectively fun, trucks I love, football never took.)  But the grind of traffic wore me down and I hate it.  So I moved to NYC.  To make a long story short.

Comment #64: Amanda Marcotte  on  01/13  at  12:58 AM

Back to tires for a moment. Grolby @  50 points out that it’s dangerous to change a tire in traffic. Damn straight. You should keep driving until you can find a wide enough shoulder, or take the next exit and find a safe place, like a parking lot. On a bridge or an interchange, do not stop! You might worry about damaging your rims, but as far as I know that’s not much of a risk.

This discussion reminds me a lot of the arguments over Larry Summer’s assumption that women can’t do math and physics. The conventional wisdom is stubbornly pervasive despite being utterly at odds with the facts. Discrimination is generally a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Comment #65: bad Jim  on  01/13  at  12:59 AM

Unfortunately, misogyny comes in many forms.  The same people who think women are too stupid to decide whether to give birth or not are usually the same people who think women (especially women in politics) come in only two forms; self-sacrificing angel or shrill, shrieking harpy.  Elizabeth Edwards used to be place the former camp, and now Mark Helperin is doing his best to put her in the latter camp, as Tom Watson writes in his article The Cartooning of Elizabeth Edwards.

Note the cartoons that accompany the text; they might as well announce “Hey, you voters who have problems with big words—here are some helpful pictures to show you that you’re now supposed to see Elizabeth Edwards as an angry shrew!  See how she’s screaming and everything?  She’s a monster, get it?  Get it?”

*sigh*

Comment #66: Blue Jean  on  01/13  at  01:10 AM

Women haven’t had a physical barrier to driving since the invention of the electronic ignition which replaced the hand crank.

In any case, my grandfather never learned to drive, and it was my grandmother who did all the driving on my NYC side of the family. Weirdly, my grandmother always had some kind of complex about driving over bridges.

In my romantic relationships, the driver has always been the person who owns the car we’re riding in. I regard it as a big relationship milestone when I trust my SO with the keys to my car (and vice versa).

Comment #67: Tyro  on  01/13  at  02:05 AM

Patriarchy and the “Witch”

Comment #68: scratchy888  on  01/13  at  02:17 AM

amanda, same here.  growing up in texas i used to like driving, but now that i live in LA, i abhor it.  i let my boyfriend do most of the driving because i just don’t like dealing with the traffic, i have horrible road rage, and an eye condition that results in poor depth perception making parallel parking a nightmare.  i also have proficiency at operating google maps on my iphone, so he drives, i check traffic and navigate.  not all the time, but probably 60-70% of the time day to day and on road trips we split it 50-50.  he also enjoys driving more than i do and we are both pretty good drivers as far as courtesy and safety are concerned.

i let triple A change my tires; i call them and rescue my boyfriend when he’s got a tire out as well because we are both busy and lazy and do not like dealing with those lug nuts.  i would say that he does more car maintenance type stuff than i do and there’s no real reason for it other than gender roles, as we both know precious little about cars.  it’s the same reason i iron his clothes when we dress up to go out.  it’s probably mostly gender essentialist that he prefers driving to ironing and i prefer the opposite (i carve out some excuse due to my depth perception issue).  that said, those are about the only things, other than him carrying boxes that are heavier where we really fall into the established roles and i’m ok with that.  i’m just glad thinking about it how far we’ve come since my Old Southern Lady grandmother has never even pumped gas once in her life.

Comment #69: chareth cutestory  on  01/13  at  03:19 AM

Strangely, this was something I’d thought about once or twice before this post. About whether or not I drove more or less when I lived with my ex. I think on average, I drove more, but I that it was mainly because we usually took my car and driving was divided upon which car we took.

The only complaints I ever had about her driving was that she was more timid than I thought necessary. In some places you’re either aggressive to get where you’re going or you’re late. It was such a factor that she was afraid to drive on the freeways. I helped her get used to them by sticking to acceleration lanes that didn’t merge.

I think the only reason she couldn’t change a tire was her car didn’t have a jack. Which was fun the day I borrowed her car and the tire blew out…

Comment #70: Santa Claustrophobia  on  01/13  at  03:41 AM

You’re…. awesome? No, wait, the other thing. Tedious. You know what else? Asians can’t drive. I totally have a long boring story about how it’s true.

Comment #71: banisteriopsis  on  01/13  at  04:01 AM

Regarding various people’s experience with tight lugnuts, I make a point of making sure they’re loosen-able for me when the car’s sitting in the driveway.  The first and third tires I changed were in the rain, and while I was jumping up and down on the lug wrench (yes, I know, bad idea) I could VERY vividly imagine slipping on the thing and gouging my shin on it. Better to see to that issue when it ISN’T an immediate need.

If you can’t get them loose yourself, it would certainly be worth asking a mechanic to loosen the nuts to a point where you would be able to get them off should you need to change a tire.  And if they are condescending and dismissive of your wish to not be entirely dependent on paying for the roadside service in some fashion or other, you should probably start looking for new mechanics.  And if they get openly disdainful of your female tire-changing abilities, they’re too stupid to be working in any position that involves customer interaction.

Another thing: when I get a car (purchase or rental), the first thing I do is crack open the manual and get the spare tire liberated from its confinement, whatever that is. The practice of fastening the spare to the undercarriage is pure unadulterated evil—-I have dealt with spares held thusly three different times, the least troublesome of which involved several minutes spent whacking with the lug wrench at the holder-thing on the end of the cable, which had rusted itself to the tire.  The other two were each group efforts that involved more than an hour and sucked in various passerby to help; one was eventually taken care of with much outside-the-box thinking and at least one reason why rental companies don’t care to rent to college students, and the other we eventually gave up and called Triple-A and asked them to BRING a new tire ‘cause that thing just wasn’t coming off.  It’s definitely the sort of mess you want to deal with when its within your abilities to drive to a mechanic and have them take care of it.

Comment #72: Kyra  on  01/13  at  04:19 AM

Back to tires for a moment. Grolby @ 50 points out that it’s dangerous to change a tire in traffic. Damn straight. You should keep driving until you can find a wide enough shoulder, or take the next exit and find a safe place, like a parking lot. On a bridge or an interchange, do not stop! You might worry about damaging your rims, but as far as I know that’s not much of a risk.

Thank you.

I caught heat for this from my family on my second-to-last flat, for admitting that I drove a few hundred yards on it, hoping to get to the nearest city and a parking lot (or at least the nearest side road where people slow down to get onto) but settling for getting to the *approach* to a hilltop as opposed to just over one (big safety issue: get yourself into as much visibility to approaching traffic as you can—-hiding just behind a hill is a really bad idea).  They made much of how much rims cost and how easy they were to dent. (They were also annoyed with me for ruining the tire—-by driving on it, apparently assuming that the cause of the flat itself did not ruin the tire—-go figure. They’re great, really, but sometimes . . .)

I’m glad to hear otherwise.  Although it really doesn’t make much difference. A few hundred dollars is nothing compared to avoiding a 70-mph impact from another vehicle.  Even if you sit “safely” in the car and wait for Triple-A, that’s not safe.

Speaking of which, my state has a law that requires drivers to move over into the far lane when there’s a vehicle stalled on the road. You would not BELIEVE how many people ignore that—-I was near the top of the hill, they had at least half a mile in which to see me, hazard lights were flashing—-I had called Triple-A on that one, but sitting there in the car feeling and hearing everything from motorcycles to eighteen-wheelers go by mere inches from me freaked me out enough that I got out and started changing the tire because at least then I wouldn’t be IN the car when somebody came along and hit it.

Comment #73: Kyra  on  01/13  at  04:36 AM

Isn’t it obvious - women simply lack the aggression to be really good drivers.  If you don’t have a dick, how can you think with it?

Comment #74: Phoenician in a time of Romans  on  01/13  at  04:41 AM

Dan: Whoops, guess I got my fatalities mixed with the driver knowledge stat then. I stand corrected. (But everybody still drove like maniacs and my blood pressure dropped so much after moving.)

Comment #75: PixelFish  on  01/13  at  05:16 AM

I wish I had a link to hand, but I saw a wonderful BBC documentary about cars and driving about 6 months ago which stated in no uncertain terms that women were at the forefront of car driving in the earliest periods when cars were toys for the rich but as cars became cheaper and more accessible to the underclass (eg, tools rather than toys) the idea developed that ‘lady-like’ women (ie, upper class ones) should not drive.

As to driving in relationships: I do much of the motorway driving (lovely, wide, american-y roads!) but find British city and side roads hellishly narrow (and often closely hedge lined) and that makes me too anxious. I assume with more practice I’d be fine, but I prefer to walk and cycle anyways (yay green transport!) so I’ve put off practicing. Also, the boyfriend doesn’t read maps well and I do.

Comment #76: SapphireCate  on  01/13  at  05:48 AM

It’s funny, I remember reading somewhere that something like 80% of Americans (and more like 95% of men) consider their own driving skills “excellent.”

I used to think of myself as an excellent, even outstanding, driver.  I’d driven professionally for over a decade, everything from taxis to big trucks, local delivery and long distance highway trucking.  Towed all kinds of trailers.  Spent from 40 to 70 hours a week driving in all kinds of conditions from winter blizzards to summer thunderstorms, mountains to plains, in addition to my own personal driving and commuting.  I never had an accident in all that time, and was always on time with my deliveries even when navigating in strange cities. 

I was a great driver.

Then one weekend I drove a borrowed sports car, a Mazda Miata, in a local SCCA autocross event.  Thought I did ok on my first run until a saw the time slip.  Second to last in my division (street stock) out of 16 cars.  Spun off the course in the second of five runs.  Finished the day 5th from the bottom.

Now I just consider myself a somewhat above average driver.

Comment #77: Chocolate Covered Cotton  on  01/13  at  06:46 AM

I grew up in a two-car family: “Mom’s car” and “Dad’s car”.  Mom drove Mom’s car, Dad drove Dad’s car.  Family trips could be in either one.

It never occurred to me that men or women were any different as far as driving ability.

Comment #78: Thlayli  on  01/13  at  06:48 AM

The actuarial rates are pretty clear that men are, until the age of 30 or so, significantly worse drivers than women on average.  After that, they seem to be about equal.

Comment #79: Punditus Maximus  on  01/13  at  07:12 AM

I vaguely recall hearing that Corvettes have an excellent safety rating, which only makes sense when you know that they’re fairly expensive cars, so the only people who can afford them are wealthy and middle-aged.

Worse, I could tell tales about my sister, directionally challenged, blind at night, and say that women are such. I changed the tire on her English Ford, replaced the muffler on her Datsun, but so what? My sister is not women in general, nor I men. Years earlier we faced the National Guard in downtown Berkeley, I dragged her into the foyer of a bank, and thus we escaped encirclement, and a trip to county jail, by the grace of the city police. Life’s interesting if you want it to be.

Comment #80: bad Jim  on  01/13  at  07:13 AM

My brother has almost no reflexes and very little spatial awareness.  I have both in spades.  He was forbidden to drive after getting his license.  After I got my license, I drove thousands and thousands of miles in a period of a few years. 

Therefore, women are better drivers.

But!! 

My brother, as a non-driver, has never been in a car accident.  I was in one weather-related accident with a parked car.  So I guess men are better drivers.  Dammit.

Comment #81: BonAppetit  on  01/13  at  08:25 AM

In my experience the condescension and nosiness of American conservatism supposes that everyone, not just women, is too stupid or depraved to know what is good and right, too misguided to have the “correct” preferences and desires, etc.

Agreed that some hatred and disrespect for women is involved in a lot of cases, especially when it comes to abortion and the abstinence education and notions of virginal purity these creeps advocate, but everyone in the US is potentially a victim of the patronizing narrative about morals, values and proper behavior imposed by the religious loons and the desperate defenders of mainstream norms, of which religious lunacy is a big part.

Comment #82: Luke  on  01/13  at  08:39 AM

On the whole “women are too weak to drive” argument - my Mum had a physical issue with driving large, manual-shift cars - the car makers put the handbrake too far back, and at a smidge over 5 foot tall she had to have the seat so far forward… that she really struggled to reach it.  Automatic cars apparently (I don’t drive myself, so I don’t actually know, but that’s what she says) don’t require so much handbrake use, and in any case Mercedes helpfully put the “hand"brake on a foot pedal (with a hand operated switch to disengage it) so these days she doesn’t worry about it at all now she has lottsa money for buying pricey cars with.

That to me doesn’t say that cars (even large, manual cars) are too much effort for women to drive; but it does say that many cars are not designed with short people in mind, and since on-average women are shorter than men that says to me that many cars are not designed with women in mind.

Supposing that women are too stupid to know the rules of the road and obey them is simply ludicrous of course.

Comment #83: naath  on  01/13  at  09:07 AM

Mimi at comment 60:  Wow, that’s outrageous.

I have a little story illustrating how driving for a woman is associated primarily with chauffering kids around.  I was a city kid, so I still hadn’t learned to drive yet when I was in college.  My then-boyfriend, who enjoyed randomly undermining me whenever possible, would occasionally comment on how pathetic it was that I couldn’t drive.  He would always say, “How on earth do you expect to be a good mother if you can’t drive?”  WTF, right?

Finally, I said, “Look, having kids isn’t on my agenda.  But I am sure at some point I will need to know how to drive.  At that point, I will take lessons and get my license.  It is weird that you think this is somehow beyond me just because I haven’t gotten around to doing it yet.  Teenagers learn how to drive.  Stupid people learn how to drive.  I am pretty sure this isn’t rocket science.  What is your problem?”  He acted really impressed (and not in a sarcastic way).  Said he’d never thought of it that way and couldn’t believe what a confident woman I am.  More WTF?

Comment #84: Laurie  on  01/13  at  09:37 AM

The learned helplessness thing is big. I learned to drive late, since I have a deep-seated ideological hatred of cars, and I still find it all to easy to throw up my hands and leave maintenance stuff to the men in my life who ceaselessly Men Who Explain at me about my car. I wish I didn’t. I wish I cared. I also wish I didn’t suffer from this idea (brought on by the one time I took my car to the shop and came out $400 poorer for no good reason) that my gender and lack of knowledge together make me so scammable that I should probably make my brother get the oil changed.

As far as driving the blessed thing, everyone makes fun of the way I drive (exactly five miles above the speed limit, the recommended number of car lengths behind the next car, and no cutting in front of much of anybody, thank you kindly), and since driving makes me anxious and also unhappy, it just gets way easier sometimes to hand other people the keys. And of course, I get positive feedback for letting other people drive the way they want to, instead of driving myself in the way I can tolerate, so it’s self-reinforcing. My sister is generally acknowledged to be the best driver among the lot of us, at least - she’s the only person in the group who can drive stick, and the only person who’s ever changed the tire of a pickup truck.

Comment #85: purpleshoes  on  01/13  at  09:57 AM

By the way, the only reason I ever learned to drive was because my godmother up and gave me a (old, fairly not-trade-in-able) car. There was a long story involving how she stayed with a no-good man for way too long because they lived in the middle of nowhere and she couldn’t drive. She said, and I quote “Being able to drive means always being able to leave”. Bless that woman.

Comment #86: purpleshoes  on  01/13  at  10:01 AM

@ Caren #27.  Yes, it can be hellish to drive w/o power steering when the vehicle is moving slowly, and parellel parking is a real biceps/triceps workout.  But once the vehicle is moving, not so bad.
Trick to remember driving is fun - 3 a.m. weeknight Lakeshore Drive - Hall and Oates - cranked.  Sports car with windows down helps, too.

No.  See, this is what I thought…get the damn thing moving, and I’d be able to steer.

Nope.  Not. Gonna. Happen.

The serpentine belt was wrapped around all sorts of things inside the engine, including the fan which made the thing overheat.  Helpful drivers pointed at the steam coming out of the hood as if we couldn’t see it.  We pulled into a gas station where the man who runs the cash register was completely helpless.  So I, a woman, bought some coolant, figured out where to put it in, and eased it on down the road.

A Durango is a very heavy automobile, especially compared to a Monza.  I could not steer it.  My dad almost couldn’t, and he works out an hour a day.

Comment #87: Caren-Sun-blocking Creator of Animorphic Pancakes  on  01/13  at  10:29 AM

Another factor for me is less flattering: a lot of ways women are subtly and not-so-subtly made to feel inferior were things I didn’t think applied to me as an adolescent.  I got the message conveyed a lot as an adolescent that even if most girls were too dumb for X, Y, or Z, I was the exception.  Later, I realized that I wasn’t smarter; I was just more confident.  But what it means is that I don’t flinch to drive and laugh at the idea that men are better drivers than I am.  (Not my experience.  Maybe my dad, but he was a professional fire truck driver for 30 years.)  Even as an adolescent, I was confident enough as a driver that I loathed having to let the boys drive (which is what you were supposed to do if they had a license), because they usually sucked.  This I chalk up to experience—-I was a good driver for a teenager because I drove a lot more than most kids, since I drove my sister and myself from Alpine to El Paso every other weekend to visit my dad. (It’s a 4 hour drive.) 

Incidentally, this is why I think I have a read on how conservative women can tell other women to go home and leave work while holding on to their job.  They believe they are the exception—-they are smart enough to play with the boys.

The poison in this belief is that even if you think you’re the exception, you are still led to believe exceptional men are way smarter than you.  If you’re truly smart, the injustice of this leads you to feminism, and leads you to seeing that most women are way more intelligent than they’re allowed to be, and not a few men are told they’re way more intelligent than they are. 

Incidentally, I absorbed the idea of female physical weakness in the same way a lot of women are told they should be intimidated by primarily mental tasks like driving.  It was when I started to work out that the scales fell, and I realized the average woman isn’t as much weaker than the average man as we’re led to believe.  Women are told we’re too weak to perform tasks that were made simple enough for very weak men to pull them off; this is ridiculous.  I remember my mother and myself having to fight off my elderly grandfather with a healing hip replacement, because he insisted that the two of us carrying a relatively small piece of furniture would hurt us.  It really highlights the ridiculousness of assumed male superiority; anyone with common sense could see that our youth and health made us way stronger.

Comment #88: Amanda Marcotte  on  01/13  at  10:46 AM

My mom, who was a “rosie the riveter” during WWII and then a very effective business person afterward, got her license at age 40 and as far as I know never drove other than taking her drivers test.

She made more money than my dad, and they had a really successful and happy marriage of 65 years.  I asked her about her willingness to let my dad be the only driver in the family and she never really gave me a straight answer. 

I often wonder about what went into her decision to let my dad do the driving.

Comment #89: PopeRatzo  on  01/13  at  10:47 AM

Also: tire changing.  How hard it is always depended on how the tires were put on.  If they were bolted on with an air gun, good luck. I couldn’t change a tire that had that happen, summoned a man in hopes his superior strength would get it done, and nope.  It was impossible.  In part because the gap between women and men is tiny compared to the gap between humans and air guns.

If a person bolted it on, you should be able to get it off, no problem.  My weak ass 16-year-old arms could do it, so can yours.

Comment #90: Amanda Marcotte  on  01/13  at  10:48 AM

How old is this Morris guy? He writing is so pompous I can picture him sat at a typewriter writing this article, and smoking a pipe while wearing tweeds and a monocle. Did it escape his notice that the vast majority of people driving today have grown up surrounded by computers and that we have really good driving/racing sims, and you can get realistic controllers, so you get introduced to driving of some sort long before you did in the past?

I’m 22, and I come from a family of gear/petrol heads (depending on where you are in the world, delete as appropriate) and I’ve known how to drive since I was old enough to sit on my dad’s knee and steer. I was forbidden from taking official lessons until I’d learned how to change tires, jump start, and replace brakes and other basic stuff. I now own two cars and a bike (I bought one and sort-of inherited the other two) and I drive manual shift. I’ve never had an accident.

I’ve got a 28-year-old actual Chitty Chitty Bang Bang which was the first car I ever went in, it’s been in my family forever and I sort of absorbed the thing. It does go, but I don’t drive it much because it needs an overhaul and the chassis needs replacing after it was left on my parent’s drive for six years. My everyday car is a nine-year-old Peugeot hatchback I bought last spring, and the bike is a 1981 Triumph Bonneville which was given to me by my godfather when I was 19 and is as heavy as it is rusty. Though it runs well and I can ride, only I can’t ride legally because I can’t afford a bike test and another vehicle on my insurance right now.

Anyway, I digress.

Morris is a sexist idiot, women can be gearheads too.

Comment #91: Princess Rot  on  01/13  at  10:54 AM

In ‘89 I drove a ‘63 T-Bird (4400 lbs.) from Florida to Central N.Y.  The points shut down on I-75 which means the engine quits and at 65 mph in the passing lane it’s one h—of a job to steer that much dead weight to the side of the road.  I managed to get it fixed and finished the trip in 20 hours.  I weighed all of 105 lbs. and still do, but I’m horse people and we’re pretty strong.  My dad was a mechanic and I learned the difference between a box and an open end wrench before I could walk.  Just like power tools (I play with chain saws, too), girls are discouraged at a young age.  I promise you, if you give a girl a power tool, she’ll have even more fun than the boys!

Comment #92: gsmpme  on  01/13  at  11:10 AM

i find this particularly amusing since, in my family, I’m the only one who hasn’t been in a car accident while driving.  I always offer to drive first.  I consider it a bench test - if a guy makes a big stink about driving, he can.  by himself.

Comment #93: Gypsy Lee  on  01/13  at  11:14 AM

I haven’t experienced any driving-related sexism (I think because of the family-of-petrol-sniffers thing), but I can see where those that have are coming from. The only person in my fam who can’t drive is my grandmother, whose early-onset arthritis and poor eyesight prevented it, and she regretted it all her life, even though she’s got any number of us she can call for a ride anywhere. Everyone else can, even if not legally. My mom zipped around on a moped without a license for years when I was a kid, FSM knows how she got away with it. Really, I owe a lot of my automotive larnin’ to the men, my dad is in machine maintenance and been driving since he was sixteen, and my stepfather and godfather are/were bikers and back-yard tinkerers. The latter keeps offering me a twenty-yo Land Rover which is one of three he has, and the former wants me to take his 11-yo Audi cabriolet. I’d love to, but I can’t afford to insure the damn thing.

Looking after an old car and bike taught me a lot, and I do all servicing myself, and I know enough to avoid a garage unless something seriously goes wrong. Really, cars are wonderful and it sucks so many of you have been treated shittily for driving while female.

Comment #94: Princess Rot  on  01/13  at  11:17 AM

“Being able to drive means always being able to leave”

This this this. The entire time I’ve read anecdata on this thread I’ve been thinking this. As we all know, when we come across something like driving or writing checks where women are discouraged from doing it or told they’re bad at it despite evidence, we have to ask ourselves WHY.

Comment #95: annejumps  on  01/13  at  11:17 AM

Part of the problem is that driving is a skill that needs practice to get and stay good, so if women don’t drive, they won’t become good drivers.  That is the #1 reason, and it is purely a societal issue.

That said, my wife is probably a better driver than I am, and definitely she, her mom and sister are all better than her dad.  Men hugely overestimate their driving skills while women often underestimate.  I tend to drive on our road trips because if I’m not driving, I tend to fall asleep, making me a poor travel companion or navigator.

Comment #96: winstongator  on  01/13  at  11:23 AM

My mom does all the driving.  My dad is lazy, so she did most of it since I was a kid, but now he can’t see well enough to keep his license, so she does it all. Never heard that boys were better drivers- that might be more area specific than it seems.  All the boys were having accidents, while all the girls were doing just fine.  I know my boys won’t get a chance to get their licenses till I think they can control their impulses.  In my experience, most parents knew that girls could be trusted to drive at 16, but with boys they wanted to wait till 18 or older.  But- I didn’t grow up in an area where one could say macho without laughing, so that probably has something to do with it.

Not that we were without sexism, just that we all laughed at the big blustery macho types that were so obvious about it that they were parodies of men.  Which, now that my world view has opened up, I can see they are considered “normal” in some places.  It is a relief not to live in any of those places.

Which reminds me- a friend of mine was bummed because she had a son.  She wanted to teach her daughter how to fix muscle cars (one of her hobbies).  I told her (with a mostly straight face) that I thought she could probably teach that to her son if she chose to.

Comment #97: drachonfire  on  01/13  at  11:24 AM

If driving is such a horrible, unpleasant task that feminists should take advantage of “chivalry” to get out of doing it, then why is it ok to foist the task onto men?  If women are too good to be bothered with it, then why should make men do it?  That seems more selfish than feminist, IMO.  It kind of reminds me of a guy on a thread who said he’s all for equality and stuff, but he’ll gladly take advantage of his privilege and let his wife change dirty diapers.

Comment #98: bananacat  on  01/13  at  11:28 AM

As for lug nuts, I find that the wrench that comes with the jack usually sucks.  I have carried around a cross shaped lug wrench for years because I can push on both sides (well, push on one side, pull on the other). 
You can also carry a small section of steel pipe that will fit over the wrench handle to give you the extra leverage you need.  It doesn’t need to be very long, maybe an extra foot or eighteen inches will do.

Comment #99: gravitybear  on  01/13  at  11:35 AM

Holy crap. I looked up this Eric Morris fellow and it appears that this post is just one in entire series on gender and travel habits.  I am a little worried to read the rest:

http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/author/eric-a-morris/

Comment #100: Laurie  on  01/13  at  11:43 AM

Men hugely overestimate their driving skills while women often underestimate

Generally speaking this is an across-the-board tendency in areas other than just driving. I’m sure this also ties into the bigger-picture stuff I mentioned above about mobility and freedom but I’m too high on cold meds to make that connection at this time.

Comment #101: annejumps  on  01/13  at  11:45 AM

What an asshole.  My first vehicle was a truck with no power steering and a standard transmission. And, in my experience, who drives depends on whose car is being driven. I drive my car, and my husband drives his.

Comment #102: Olivia  on  01/13  at  11:53 AM

I taught my kids (2boys,1girl) to drive stick shift on back country roads.  Worked like a champ.  P.S. Driving a 5 speed Miata is WAY too much like fun!

Comment #103: gsmpme  on  01/13  at  11:55 AM

I love driving. Before I got my license, I learned how to change a tire and change the oil - from my mother, who also loved driving until recently, when her vision worsened.

I’m 5’2” (almost) and disabled, and I can change a tire, so there is no doubt in my mind that every able-bodied woman can do the same. I’ve driven a truck with no power steering, which was more work, but certainly completely do-able.

My stbx husband is a terrible, terrible driver. It has turned me into a terrible passenger, so I always volunteer to drive when a group of people are going somewhere. In 24 years of driving, I’ve never had an accident, I’ve never even gotten a ticket (well, except for a parking ticket). I have managed to avoid accidents because I am attentive and generally follow the rules of the road, adjust my driving when the weather asks for it, etc.

Comment #104: maurinsky  on  01/13  at  12:07 PM

@ purpleshoes#85.  Science and technology are on your side.  Even the most avid teenage gearhead (built one muscle car by putting three used ones together) of a few decades ago can’t do diddly squat with the 21st century car without a ton of equipment and computerese skills - to change the oil on my 2009 requires knowing how to reset the computer to read the oil life.  Opening the hood is a very different experience - most manufacturers have covered a lot of the parts from the average home mechanic, or made them highly inaccessible and some, just ain’t there anymore (see fuel injection). And tuning now = programming. 

So car knowledge fro the average citizen is often limited to the into nature - knowing where to put in various fluids only.

Comment #105: phylosopher  on  01/13  at  12:08 PM

one of the ongoing problems with the term “misogyny” is that, for many people, it conjures up strictly images of those men (and some women) who exhibit a really obvious hatred of women

No, that’s the problem with the definition of misogyny in popular culture.  That’s the nature of oppression: it employs systems which are designed to confuse the language used to fight that oppression.  Thus “feminist” means “castrating bitch” in popular culture, thus “misogyny” means “only really obvious crazy hate.”  The answer isn’t to let misogynists redefine the English language and force us to use a word that is less accurate, but to call them, persistently and without hesitation, on their misogyny.  Really, no matter what word we used to describe woman-hating, they would deny the charge until their last breath, even as they engaged in violence, behaved condescendingly to women, or voted for anti-choice legislators.

Comment #106: Laughingrat  on  01/13  at  12:11 PM

OK Alara - out on the unpopular limb again here.  It may be just those risk taking behaviours that more quickly at least, may make boys better drivers in the end, at least in emergency or pressure situations.  One of the best teen lessons I ever had as a driver was in a friend’s “between the stolen car and the insurance reimbursement check” for new car. It was a $50 Buick, and the day before it met the crusher, we took it to a deserted and snow/ice covered area and did donuts for hours, bounced off snow banks, etc.  There is almost no skid that panics me now - and panic is one of the things that usually causes accidents.  Rather than the waste that is many a drivers ed course, I think all teens should spend some time on a road race driving course skid plate, or a true virtual reality simulator (and studies back me up on this) that gives one the experience before you need it in real life. 

That’s possible. I know that while I became a confident driver after two years in Atlanta having to drive myself everywhere (I was a *very* timid driver in high school, and didn’t get better in college because I only drove in the summer), it took three years of 90-mile-a-day commutes, two winters of which included ice storms every two weeks that I had to drive in (seriously. every two weeks.), before I became a *really* good driver. (By which I certainly don’t mean I’m at the level of a racecar driver… but I haven’t had an accident that I was at fault in since I was in college, and I’m 40 now, and I can drive in pretty much any weather that a car can move forward in, including blizzards and hurricanes, if I have to.)

They do say “good judgement comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.” The thing is… teen bad judgement kills. It kills them, it kills their friends, it kills the hapless people they hit accidentally. I was a timid teen driver and I got into five accidents, but none of them were at any greater speed than about 10 miles an hour. My husband had two male friends die in car accidents in high school. So, if your philosophy is survival of the fittest, then sure, letting boys get on the road and believe, in their supreme overconfidence, that they are the most awesomest drivers ever, might enable them to be good drivers by the time they’re mature men… if they survive it.

Where I grew up, the car insurance rates had an interesting effect. Teen girls drove. Teen boys didn’t. No one was willing to put their son on their car insurance, because the rates were six times what it cost for teen girls (I grew up in New York State in the 80’s.) So in my high school, the drivers were all female and the boys would bum rides off their girlfriends or female friends; their parents wouldn’t let them get their licenses because as soon as they got a license, insurance required their parents to put them on the car insurance and they couldn’t afford it. The few boys who could drive had jobs and paid at least part of their own insurance. This is why I find the larger culture’s insistence that women are bad drivers so appalling and ridiculous; I mean, I grew up with the meme that women are weak, so I at least *understand* that even when it’s taken to silly extremes, but I don’t even comprehend where these people got the idea that guys drive better than women. It’s utterly alien to my experience. It’s like saying guys are better at color coordinating or decorating with sparkly stickers; it’s taking an area where I was taught that female superiority was acknowledged and widely understood, and claiming that men are better at it. Bwuh? (Admittedly, the meme is *usually* about mature adults, and I understand it there—but *girls* don’t drive as well as *boys*? You might as well say boys are better at dotting their i’s with little hearts. grin)

My family’s probably going to have a similar attitude. My husband’s legally blind, so he can’t drive. My son has such severe ADD that he *shouldn’t* drive until he’s an adult and the risk-taking parts of his brain are as developed as they will ever get. My younger son has the same condition as my husband and may very well never drive. But my daughters have no mental or physical conditions to impede their driving and they were raised in a family where the mom drives and the dad doesn’t, and their dad will push them to get their licenses as quickly as possible so he can have instant chauffeuses grin, so *they’ll* probably grow up with the unconscious perception that driving is something women do, and bumming rides off friends is for men. grin

Comment #107: Alara J Rogers  on  01/13  at  12:14 PM

@ Caren #87 - OK Caren - your Durango in that particular situation, overheating, etc.  But, generally speaking, once a manual steering car is moving at reasonable speed, it is little different than steering a power steering vehicle.  See above - “off-road experience,” I wasn’t driving a VW there.

The reason I’m saying this is it isn’t the size of the vehicle, but the design of the steering rack.  I’d hate to see someone shy away from a perfectly good car because they were afraid of manual steering.  Not the case if it is so designed - obviously your Durango had a power steer rack and was thus tough to turn without it.  OK?

Comment #108: phylosopher  on  01/13  at  12:18 PM

@103:  I second the 5 speed Miata comment!  I’ve driven Miatas for over ten years now, and I lurve them - don’t want anything else.  My husband does the driving on long trips because I have nerve damage in my arms, and driving for long periods hurts me, but whenever he gets tired, I’m happy to take over the truck.

I actually owe my driving skills to my completely misogynistic ex-husband, who was also monumentally lazy.  He assumed that since he worked for a paycheck and I didn’t, I had to do everything else, including the driving.  So, though I never learned while I lived in London, I learned stick in a truck.  I was terrified, but realized the only way not to be terrified was to practice - not driving was not an option, even though we only had one car, and it was “his”. 

Getting my own car was freedom - and I’ve never looked back.  I think several people have nailed the issue in this thread - it’s about controlling women by telling them they suck, even though the evidence indicates otherwise.  I think there are two things that create poor drivers - fear and overconfidence, and they’re equally present in men and women.  I do resent people driving very slowly in the passing lane, though - and it’s not ever one kind of person, but all sorts.  But I did have to get over my internalized sexism about women drivers - I was the exception, not like them, one of the guys.  It’s how they divide us.  Sneaky.

Comment #109: attack_laurel  on  01/13  at  12:24 PM

Dan, MA has a low fatality rate because it is so densely populated, has airflight and major hospitals, and most accidents occur at low speeds.

It has one of the highest accident rates per miles traveled in the country, because the roads suck, the signals suck, things aren’t designed or maintained properly, the selectmen of the towns get to make shit up when it comes to signals, their cycles, and timing, and you get your license from a crackerjack box after a parallel parking ceremony.

10 questions that don’t change.  Cop makes up three things for you to do.  License.  Not. comprehensive. at. all.

Move to a province in Canada with an MA license and they will make you take the entire testing regimen.  Not so with my brother’s OR license, which resulted from a comprehensive test.

Comment #110: Ms Kate  on  01/13  at  12:25 PM

I’m just curious: what is the weight of a tire compared to the weight of a typical 5 year-old child?  Sure, children tend to help by holding on to your neck or waist, but if you can carry a sleeping child, why not a tire?

Comment #111: bananacat  on  01/13  at  12:26 PM

Did it escape his notice that the vast majority of people driving today have grown up surrounded by computers and that we have really good driving/racing sims, and you can get realistic controllers, so you get introduced to driving of some sort long before you did in the past?

I was instructing a young lady in a kart at an SCCA event once. She was about 11 or 12 and this was her first time out in her brother’s old kart. I started telling her what to do when the rear starts to step out and she finished for me “Oh yea, you just turn the wheel opposite.” I asked how the heck she knew that and she was like “Duh, video games”.

I will admit, that’s hella safer than how I learned… late at night getting sideways on mountain roads.

Comment #112: Sarcastro  on  01/13  at  12:27 PM

OK, I just read the rest of Eric Morris’s series here:

http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/author/eric-a-morris/

It’s actually not bad at all! His worst sin in the other posts was referring to the “You’ve come along way baby” Virginia Slims campaign, something that should never ever be brought up in a serious discussion of gender roles.  But he describes in detail over the course of two posts the sexism that discouraged women from driving in ages past.  It’s good stuff - an eye opener even for me.  He even cites a claim that women drivers are more likely to be honked at than men.

He also says that physical factors were clearly not at play, as the old hand cranked vehicles did not require a ton of strength anyway. I am a little confused about why he changed his tune on that issue?

But read in the context of his series of posts, his most recent post doesn’t seem quite as oblivious.  I assume his query as to whether cultural factors and historical inertia cause our driving patterns is a reference the straight-up sexism he already acknowledged and described in other posts. 

On the other hand, his most recent post implies that he may have bought into the idea that sexism isn’t really a current factor today.

Comment #113: Laurie  on  01/13  at  12:32 PM

“Being able to drive means always being able to leave”
This this this. The entire time I’ve read anecdata on this thread I’ve been thinking this.

Yeah, while I was in high school, one of the neighbors died, leaving his unable-to-drive wife at the mercy of her children.  Her daughter was her chauffeur, but she still didn’t learn to drive. 

I left after high school, and the daughter was younger than I, so I don’t know what happened when it was time for her to go off to college.  From Facebook, I now know that she most certainly did go and now lives out of state.  Maybe her mom finally broke down and learned, but it just always struck me as odd that these women couldn’t and wouldn’t take care of themselves.

The sexism toward driving has other even more important ramifications, since the assholes who designed air bags designed them to protect 5’7” 200# men who are not wearing seatbelts.  The resulting force is more than enough to injure smaller passengers like children and the average sized American woman.

I remember first reading about how small women needed to be careful.  I assumed they were talking about small women, like under 5’ tall.  But NO, the article said anyone 5’4” or shorter was at risk.  That’s average height! And these assholes designed something that could hurt us, because they were focused on protecting male drivers.  Who weren’t wearing seat belts.

When this threat was pointed out, the car companies started whining about women sitting too close to the steering wheel.  Hello!  If there’s a “too close” then the seat shouldn’t be able to move there.  If the seat adjusts to a “dangerous” position, you’d better have socked away a ton to pay out as damages.


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Just to be clear, women can drive manual steering cars/trucks.  My truck was broken, plus I live in Chicago and have to be able to make 90 degree turns from a standing position—so no “getting it moving”.  That was just my one anecdote about the only time I needed a man to drive for me, and thank goodness I was giving my dad a lift at the time (yep, I was driving him right up until I couldn’t drive that thing anymore).

Comment #114: Caren-Sun-blocking Creator of Animorphic Pancakes  on  01/13  at  12:33 PM

Cat girl, it depends on the size of the vehicle ... and the tire.  SUVs have much bigger heavier tires than a small sedan, minivan tires are pretty hefty, too. 

Doesn’t matter much to me, as I can hurl a 50lb kayak on the minivan roof, but they can be much heavier than a small child.

Comment #115: Ms Kate  on  01/13  at  12:33 PM

Caren just reminded me of something: an engineer friend of mine pointed out that I needed to use the tilt wheel to aim the airbag into my mid section like a beach ball.  I didn’t used to bother changing it from my 10” tall husband’s setting for short trips.  Now I re-aim it every time!

Comment #116: Ms Kate  on  01/13  at  12:36 PM

Also, I don’t think there is much excuse for the statement about the roads being more forgiving for slow reaction times. WTF?

Comment #117: Laurie  on  01/13  at  12:38 PM

Alara@ #107 - the “can hurt themselves or others” is why I suggested the simulators or skid pads.  Generally, one encounters almost no emergency situations in drivers’ ed - my experience was a hs phys ed teacher unwilling to take us on the x-way. 

I was thinking back to my early driving years - boys were always doing the burn outs at stop lights, and doing donuts in winter - one rarely heard of/saw a girl doing that.  Ergo, rightly or wrongly, boys become more confident that they could handle such situations while girls didn’t get the opportunity - and in a era of rear wheel drive cars, that mattered,  A LOT, in winter. 

Other thoughts (ad these are just observations) that who drives in a relationship has to do with the dating thing - girls were supposed to be non-aggressive sexually too, right, back in the “good old days”  - however would one get to “parking” if the girl was driving - and those dating habits persist into old, married age?

Comment #118: phylosopher  on  01/13  at  12:38 PM

Catgirl, that really depends on the size of the tire. I happen to know my weights right off hand: 12 Lb rim, 18 Lb tire on the roadwheel and 17 lb rim and 14 lb tire on the spare. That’s for an extremely light 15x7” rim with 225 width tire on the road and a 14x5” wheel with 165 width tire on the spare. The spare is steel so it’s way heavier than the alloy road rim even though it’s smaller.

An absurd 20” cheap steel rim with all-weather tires, like far too many SUVs have these days, could easily weigh 70 Lbs or more. Hard for you to move and hard for the car to move. Unsprung rotating mass… oh how I hate it.

Comment #119: Sarcastro  on  01/13  at  12:55 PM

ks @44: Are we married to the same guy?  Seriously, I could have written every word of your comment.  He’s mellowed a bit over the years, but it’s still easier for me to just kick back and use the drive time for reading, working on the laptop, etc.

Comment #120: taijiya  on  01/13  at  12:59 PM

Unsprung rotating mass… oh how I hate it.

When it comes to winter biking in Boston, I happen to love having some very heavy hubs front and back - 7 speed sturmey archer in the back, generator hub in the front.  Nice and stable.

I apply the “skid pad” philosophy all the time.  When I got my first ABS vehicle, a much larger and heavier car than I had formerly driven and with an automatic transmission too, I emerged from a night class two days later to find that 2” of snow had fallen during the three hours I was inside.  Not only that, but the class ran late enough that the parking lot was empty.  So I started cutting cookies/doing donuts to get the hang of stomping, not feathering and working without control of the transmission. 

The campus cops asked what I was doing, so I told them.  I just got the vehicle, and I want to know what it is going to do in this slop!  As I left, they got their cruisers out on the lot and started putting them through loops and stops.

Comment #121: Ms Kate  on  01/13  at  01:33 PM

I can’t read in a car. I get carsick. This is probably one of the reasons I’m such a control freak about being the driver. (In fact whether I read or not I will get carsick if I’m a passenger, unless there’s an open window blowing directly on my face.) If I *could* relax and read maybe I’d feel differently about it. grin

I find it funny how men overestimate their driving skill. My husband, who has never held a license but who *did* learn to drive and who used to have a learner’s permit before they changed the laws about vision requirements, claims to be a really good driver. Um, hasn’t practiced since 1998, didn’t do a lot of driving before that, and is legally blind translates into good driver how? But I think both men and women find it more comfortable to be taken care of, if that’s where they’ve ended up; my husband used to be very interested in jumping through the elaborate hoops he’d need to in order to get a license, when he was with his first wife, whose severe ADD and youth made her a really dangerous driver. Now that he’s with me, he really doesn’t make any effort to get a license; I think he feels safe enough with me driving that he’s become comfortable being taken care of. Of course, unlike the average middle-aged widow, if I died my husband’s male privilege and socialization in Taking Control would allow him to pursue becoming a driver; he wouldn’t be inhibited by Ladies Can’t Drive, and he’s spent his life specifically fighting against Blind Guys Can’t Do X, Y or Z.

Comment #122: Alara J Rogers  on  01/13  at  01:34 PM

If there’s one thing Initial D has taught me it’s that girls are excellent drivers… until they fall madly in love with their opponent. Actually, there’s a manga in Japan called Over Rev! about an all female mountain-racing bosozuko that’s pretty damn cool. It convinced a female friend of mine that she could do her own car work… up to and including a supercharger install.

Comment #123: Sarcastro  on  01/13  at  01:38 PM

This reminds me of the old joke. A man and his (biological) son are in a car crash. The man dies. The son is taken to an emergency room, and then wheeled into the OR. The surgeon comes in, looks at the patient’s face, and says “I can’t operate; this is my son.” (There is - or was, when I heard this - a blanket cultural acceptance that doctors never treated close family members. So, “I can’t operate, this is my son” in cultural context makes perfect sense.)

The boy was never adopted, and was conceived the natural way. *HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE*?

And the answer, of course, is that the surgeon is the boy’s mother. But, this joke made the rounds a time or two in the 70s, and it was a difficult riddle (sometimes, even after the All In The Family episode that was based on the joke).

I sometimes wonder if you could still confuse people with it.

Comment #124: LongHairedWeirdo  on  01/13  at  01:46 PM

I sometimes wonder if you could still confuse people with it.

I’m ashamed to say this zinged me when I was seven… and I was calling myself a feminist even then, and would explain to anyone who would listen, and many who wouldn’t, that girls could do anything boys could do.

It doesn’t work any more. At least not on my kids. I tried it on my daughter when she was 6 and she got it right away.

You know, in the past I just thought about this in the context of “brain teasers that don’t work under feminism”, but the thought just occurred to me how absolutely horrible it would be to be that surgeon. (Yeah, I know, she never existed, it’s a joke… fictional people are real to me and live in my head. I deal with my illness by writing. grin) Imagine being an ER surgeon, being called in on a pediatric surgery case where a kid was in a car crash and is dying… and when you get to the bedside *it’s your little boy.* Jesus. I don’t think that surgeon operated on *anyone* else that day.

<trekkie geek> I don’t recall Beverly Crusher on Star Trek Next Generation ever having to operate on Wesley. I wonder if Selar or one of the other doctors would have done so. Crusher might have been all “he’s my son so I *have* to operate” because she feels she’s the best doctor on the ship and if she lets another doctor do it and he dies she’ll never forgive herself. </trekkie geek>

Comment #125: Alara J Rogers  on  01/13  at  02:24 PM

By the way, the comments at Double X are . . . disappointing.  Some of us may want to head over there and counter the “What? Sexism? It’s not sexism.  It ‘s just that women are more nervous, less egotisitical, more risk-averse, etc. etc.”

Comment #126: Laurie  on  01/13  at  02:26 PM

Amanda,

My wife and I have a friend who is a very successful commercial producer, owns her own company on the East Coast. At heart she is still a West Texas girl. (Longhorn alum)  Every couple of years she drives home to see her Momma, Daddy and her Aunties. She has an interesting ritual: she plans the trip so she has an overnight stop just outside the Texas border, goes to bed early after a nice supper, gets up before dawn, puts on her Wranglers, her Tony Lama boots, an Orange Texas T shirt, climbs into her old school SL Benz (dark blue with her initials on the door) drops the top and times the border crossing for dawn. As crosses into her home state, she punches up Tanya Tucker’s “Texas” cracks a can of Pearl beer, sets the cruise control for 85, puts her left foot up on the Benz’ dash and as she says “aahhmm home agin”!

Comment #127: Jager  on  01/13  at  03:05 PM

When it comes to winter biking in Boston, I happen to love having some very heavy hubs front and back - 7 speed sturmey archer in the back, generator hub in the front.  Nice and stable

On a bike you want to conserve angular momentum on rough surfaces so that you don’t lose velocity, which a heavier wheel assists with. Wheel momentum in a car is far less important than maintaining good contact with the road, which a lighter wheel assists with since it allows the suspension to function more efficiently.

Comment #128: Sarcastro  on  01/13  at  03:28 PM

Alara: I’m with you. Can’t read in the car. (And I tried all the time as a kid, refusing to put books down.) I also have to be in the front two seats for the same reason. Apparently back seats make me more prone to carsickness. (I’m told it’s the effect of the peripheral vision shifting so much while focused on the page.)

Comment #129: PixelFish  on  01/13  at  03:41 PM

cracks a can of Pearl beer…

Are there open container laws in Texas? Doesn’t sound too wise even if there’s not.

Comment #130: Danica Lefse Queen  on  01/13  at  04:21 PM

I think that males always driving thing is most certainly of my grandmothers and mothers generation. The whole “all the money is made by the man so ALL the property is HIS B.S. Ugh.

I’ve always driven becuase it’s always been MY car that I made payments on - noone else.

And I always drive now because I take the proletariat chariot 5 days a week and want to actually drive my car - it’s paid off sure but I’m making insurance and tabs and repairs and etc. etc.

E drives to work 5 days a week and he’s sick and tired of driving by the time the weekend hits and I’m sick and tired of dealing with bus weirdos and standing in crammed aisles all the way home so it works out well for the both of us.

If he always wanted to drive I would say something about it but it’s a system and we’ve actually talked things out rather than making assumptions.

Comment #131: Danica Lefse Queen  on  01/13  at  04:26 PM

A really important thing is simply to stock the car with the important equipment: make sure you have a decent jack & a good lug wrench, flares and/or triangles, and honestly one of the most useful things I ever bought was a little air compressor that plugs into the cigarette lighter and will inflate a tire in about 10 minutes.  So if you just have a puncture, you can totally pump it up enough to drive it to the nearest gas station. 

In fact, I bought a whole bunch and gave them to all my friends for christmas this year!

Comment #132: CalliopeJane  on  01/13  at  04:30 PM

While Morris is a dumb ass here, I’m with Bitter Scribe.  I make my partner do the driving on the weekend when we run errands.  Cause I drive all week.  He doesn’t.  I get sick of it, and having someone else do it is a nice change.

Same here.  I drive waaaaay more than he does.  His office is 5 minutes from our house.  Plus I hate driving a vehicle not my own and I put enough miles on mine.

Comment #133: DonnaDiva  on  01/13  at  04:43 PM

Phylo, we did donuts as teens.  And by “we” I mean me, and my female friends.  No boys involved.

Some of my female friends had giant cars that drove like boats in good weather.  When they built a movie theater next to the high school…that unused parking lot was perfect for donuts.  We also did stupid shit like the “driver” only used the pedals and the ‘shotgun’ passenger steered.  And drag raced (but with our seatbelts fastened!)

Teenagers are stupid, even the smart ones.  It’s not confined to boys.

My parents preferred it when my dates drove me, even though it was 20 mins between our houses b/c they didn’t want me stranded on the highway at midnight, should something happen to the car after I dropped off my date.  I fought for independence for 2 years.  They didn’t like it, but I drove part of the time.

I, also, am a member of the “cannot read in a car” club.  I can read on the el and on planes, but not in cars or buses. My husband doesn’t understand how I can read on the train and not the car, but there you have it.  I will vomit.

Comment #134: Caren-Sun-blocking Creator of Animorphic Pancakes  on  01/13  at  04:46 PM

Danica,

For many years Texas didn’t have “open container” laws. I remember on a business trip to Dallas my client picked me up at DFW and handed me a beer when I got in the car. Right or wrong that’s the way it was.

Comment #135: Jager  on  01/13  at  05:02 PM

He drives.  He gets carsick, and can only sleep or stare out the window.  I don’t, and love the time on long trips to read or craft or write computer code.  He also enjoys driving, while I look on it as a way to get from point A to point B.

Comment #136: syfr  on  01/13  at  05:19 PM

The ultimate donut is as follows: Get going about 30-50 miles an hour on big open, slippery space (a frozen lake is perfect, a huge parking lot without curb stops, etc.) Jam on the brakes to lock the wheels, shift into reverse, release the brakes and stand on the gas pedal. What results is the car moving forward with the drive wheels attempting to pull the car in the opposite direction. Great fun ensues…if the resulting ride could be packaged and put in an amusement park, people would wait all day for a shot at it. And yes, I taught my girls how to do it!

Comment #137: Jager  on  01/13  at  05:26 PM

Caren:

Out of curiosity, as I’m wondering about the driving/times have changed thing and I’m wondering how much and when.  In my era, we all got our licenses on the first legally possible day, usually one’s birthday.  Some of us - me included - had our first car ready to go before that, or the insurance payment on the ‘rents’ car. . 

I’m guessing you’re a bit younger than I am.  So In your era and/or area, girls did the donuts and stuff.

Recent conversations with my nieces and nephews 15 - 25ish revealed a trend in this area.  They (and their friends) are generally willing to wait, for license or car, sometimes until college/job absolutely requires it.

Comment #138: phylosopher  on  01/13  at  08:32 PM

Amanda, the male driving thing is sexist.  It’s one of the many things that made me crazy about my ex-husband.  He wasn’t happy about me reading this blog, either.  Yeah, he actually had a hissy about me reading feminist blogs.  And he’s Mr. Left Wing Marxist.  Just add misogynist to the list.

I learned to drive a standard in a car with no power steering and drove my own standard Sentra without power steering for many, many years.  While wearing a skirt!  And makeup!  And heels!

Comment #139: BetsyTX  on  01/13  at  08:43 PM

I’m just curious: what is the weight of a tire compared to the weight of a typical 5 year-old child?  Sure, children tend to help by holding on to your neck or waist, but if you can carry a sleeping child, why not a tire?
Comment #111: catgirl on 01/13 at 10:26 AM

You carry a tire farther out from your center of balance, so a tire of equivalent weight uses more upper-body strength than carrying a child.

You can hold a child right up against you.  A tire is not shaped in a way that facilitates hugging it to your body.  And it’s dirty, so you probably don’t want to rub it all over your clothing or skin even if it were child-shaped.

But it doesn’t stop there.  Women are expected to wear more frivolous clothing, have long nails, dangly jewelry and so on, so they’re expected to not be able to handle even an easy tire change, let alone a truck tire.

Eric Morris…even cites a claim that women drivers are more likely to be honked at than men.
Comment #113: Laurie on 01/13 at 10:32 AM

I have noticed that I seem to get more men blowing past me quite aggressively now that I’ve gotten a vanity plate that is coded female.  Kind of a “you gotta get past that car because it might go slow because there’s a woman driving” thing.

Oh, there’s been a study that “proves” women are less coordinated than men because they didn’t do so well at parking:  Women worse at parking than men, study shows.  Of course they don’t consider whether the 65 women they observed might be suffering from the constant fear of being made fun of because women are bad drivers, the subsequent lack of confidence and lack of practice if someone else can do it for them instead.  It’s not unusual for the person driving to get out and be replaced by someone else who is better at parallel parking when that’s required—and guess who usually is the one chosen to do the task.

Comment #140: oldfeminist  on  01/15  at  07:49 PM
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