this was brilliantly observed by him as he sat in my passenger seat. which, incidentally, is not his favourite place to sit. not that he doesn’t like it. he even told me it’s not that bad, he gets to see more and look around more from over there, with far less regard for the road ahead and the a$$holes around. and i know this to be true because as a girl, i’ve spent more than my fair share over there in the passenger seat. it’s true. in the *sotto-voice-mumbling* years i’ve held a driver’s license, i’ve spent more time in the passenger seat than the driver’s. i guess it’s a guy thing. even our little ten-year-old friend made this observation, “the boy is supposed to drive” no doubt a conclusion made based on the fact that in all her shuttling about by the grown-ups, its generally the man in control.

and what does that say about us women? well, admittedly for a great deal of us (and i say, “us” because i’m just as guilty, did it just as long) we allow not only our cars to be controlled by the man in the driver’s seat, but nary, our entire lives. and so until you can find a man who doesn’t make you feel like he’s in control just because he’s in the driver’s seat, until you can find a man who is not emasculated by being in the passenger seat, until you can come to realize that you’re not out of control just because you’re not driving… well, i’m off again. sorry. just stay away from my steering wheel.

(most of the time.)

anyway… as i was saying… turn signals don’t mean anything. i’m a good driver, despite my earlier observation that for years i’ve been a good passenger. so i use my signals. which means when i want to merge into traffic – i signal my intentions. and yet, despite the fact that i now drive an SUV with amber lights as opposed to a little red car with red lights, i’m still finding that i’m rather ignored when it comes to signaling my intentions to move over to the left. and he made the same observation himself (from that seat over to my right).