In the days of multi car families, there is a very prevalent sexism thing that occurs and I'm wondering why it still exists.
We have two vehicles in our family. Each registered to the one who drives it. We know whose is whose. For a variety of reasons , my car is the vehicle we typically use for family outings.
When we travel in the same vehicle, my husband automatically assumes he is driving.
But it's my car.
I mean, sometimes I like having a driver, but is it unmanly to be driven by a woman?
My husband claims it's safer that way, but I think it requires deeper examination.
Who drives in your family and why?
Update:
and we have a new vehicle in our family. I'll be arm wrestling for this one! Check out my snapshot link.
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If my parents were going somewhere together my dad would ALWAYS drive, regardless of the vehicle used.
When I got married, I had a car, my husband did not. On out dates before, either he'd borrow one of his parent's cars or I'd drive. In our life together, who drives has become a decision made on the way out to the car. We also don't have my car and his car as much, we both would drive either depending on mood. I am grateful I have a husband who doesn't feel immasculated by sitting in the passanger seat.
My husband and I are like you and yours. In that we both have our own seperate cars, yet when we go somewhere as a family he drives. Does not ask, it is just assumed he will drive. Strange, sometimes it irkes me , most time I just sigh and say what ever.
Rarely irkes me either, it's him that is uncomfortable.
Me...'cause I say so. It's primal. It's a normal urge for the man to want to be in control. If you stroke that urge properly you can work it to your own advantage. Fact is, my family is a precious cargo, and it is I who will see them safely to their destination.
I decide in which lane we shall ride. I determine the volume of the radio. It is my eagle like vision which is supremely accustomed to spotting from afar, not only marked police cruisers, but any Ford Crown Victoria, or Chevrolet Impala. Tinted windows, little radio antennas or being parked conspicuously so as to afford unobstructed view of passing traffic may be the only signs of a radar wielding cop waiting to pounce. Parking is an art best left to the experienced expert. From across the continental divide that is the Wal Mart parking lot I can spot a person approaching their automobile and with all the timing of a swiss chronograph, skillfully arrive, just as the reverse lights come on. How can I relinquish control of the helm of my family's conveyance with so much skill at my beck and call? I'm the dad, I will always drive.
Unless she gives me the look. You know of which weapon I speak. Women are issued it surrepticiously at the altar of marriage. Perhaps by the mother of the groom...one who is not yet ready to see her son free from the clutches of a mother-like figure. So it must be then, that the secret is passed along for the groom has never seen it before that day. The look affords her an instant (albeit temporary) field promotion to a rank one higher than his. It is a weapon which must be used sparingly, lest it lose it's effectiveness. It must be recharged...put away...at least long enough for the man to forget it's existance (about a week). The heinous use of this most terrible weapon is her only hope of sitting in the pilot's seat.
IMMASCULATED....that's a good word, Oshee. I like it!
lol, W3 ya make me smile.
(evil laugh) Ha ha ha! I am the king of this castle! No one can IMMASCULATE the supreme ruler of steering wheel and remote control. Ha ha ha!
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Never! I can out run anyone in my family! Especially if they wield sissors.
Yeah, my hubby usually drives around here too. It's funny, because in many ways, we've managed to reverse traditional roles (he's the stay-at-home parent, he does more volunteering at the girls' school, he does most of the cooking, I look after the finances, etc.), but that's one area we're fairly traditional. It doesn't bother me though, since there are so few other things that are patriarchal in our marriage.
we always drive unless we are drinking them he can drive because we dont care LOL of course if we havent drunk enough we do but if we have oh well ;)
I don't like his driving. I end up in literal pain much of the time (a touch of post-traumatic + dash of stress and tention = headache and body pain). However, sometimes I would rather him drive (when i am having a hard time concentrating or have a case of the "sleepies")
Now, that being said, he can't stand my driving either. lol
However, since right now we only have one family car - and it's mine - when he is here I do most of the driving.
I don't know if that would change if he was home more often or not.
I just had to laugh at Wadicals comments..... I rarely ever use that look unless I am seriously mad..
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