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On Driving

I am, apparently, a bad driver.  This is according to my father, husband and sons.  Oh, and every other man that has ever seen me drive.  Do I agree?  Maybe.  Do I care?  No.

I believe that men are better drivers than women in one specific area.  Spacial awareness.  Most women (and there are exceptions), have no concept of the space around them.  They cannot judge distance.  It annoys me to no end in the school parking lot where one woman will take up enough parking spaces for three cars.

I last parallel parked twenty-odd years ago when I went for my driver’s licence, which I had to re-do two or three times.  And then about two years ago when my son challenged me.  I did it successfully but have to add, it was a huge space.  So I would rather drive around looking for parking, than trying to parallel-park.  It is for men.

I am a bit of an aggressive driver, I will confess.  And I tend to drive fast.  I have no patience on road and cannot stand snails in the fast lane.  Why, why, why are you sitting in the overtaking lane, when you need to be overtaken?

I use my hooter a lot and if you have ever been on South African roads, you will understand the necessity thereof.

I overtake and tailgate, I signal, hoot and gesture.  I worry that when I stop doing it, it will be a sign that I am getting old.

But here I have to add something.  The car you drive makes a big difference to how you drive.  Or rather, a good car increases impatience.

I drive a 320d.  A Beemer.  And no thank you, I don’t want any other car other than perhaps a 330d.  My car is like a faithful Boerperd (South African horse breed).  It is willing and has all the power necessary to do what I ask.  I never have to use force; a gentle nudge is all it takes.

And for people who complain about BMW drivers, this is what I say to you:  “I drive like this, because I CAN!”

Now move over and go sulk at home.

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On men, and feminism

Men are funny.  I love the way men just naturally assume that they know better, that they are superior drivers and that in fact, they are more qualified at most things than women.  My men specifically have an inborn confidence, and a belief that they can do anything and succeed.

From a very young age my sons believed that I was a bad driver, and they still do.  So does my husband and my Dad.  And, to be honest, it is true to some extent.  But that is another story.

Another amazing talent they have is the capacity to think themselves thinner than what they really are.  Women imagine themselves bigger, whereas most men think they look pretty good, even if they carry a “little” spare weight.

I have never been a feminist and never will be.  I believe men to be better chefs, mechanics, drivers and everything else.  But PLEASE!  I know there are exceptions to every rule and that there are women who outshine their male counterparts in all areas known to mankind.  I am just a bit biased.

I like a touch of male chauvinism, it suits a man.  Not the rude, overbearing, condescending kind, rather, just that little touch of superiority that makes a man, a man.  The type that affords a real woman a giggle.  Without it, women would snatch up the world’ pants supply and what would become of our society when all men turn into wimps, ruled over by slipper-wielding fiends?

While I understand why men would help with house duties when both partners work full day, I cannot begin to comprehend why men would do it when their wives stay at home.  And believe me; this phenomenon is on the increase.  I don’t only put this down to lazy women, but also to husbands not prepared to take charge.  Even more criminal are men who are forced into nightly baby duties when mommy stays home all day.  In Afrikaans it is called “slapgatgeid”, literally slackness in the posterior region.  But once again, this is just my opinion.

A home where the wife wants to be the boss is a house divided against itself, and a home at war.  Man was born and bred for the position and will fight anyone trying to usurp his authority without even realising why he is doing it.

I am of course referring to normal men, not bullies who beat their wives or lord over their children.

As with everything else in life, there has to be someone with the final say, the leader.  Every organisation on this earth needs one chief and a couple of Indians.  And in the home, the man has to be allowed final authority, even when he makes mistakes.  He too has to learn how to steer his family through life successfully but he will never learn without erring first.  We all stumble when young but as we mature, we gain understanding and knowledge.  Real love conquers all, and forgives all.

The most successful families I know, ones where the children are obedient and respectful and the wives lovely and confident in themselves, are households where the Dad has a firm grip on things.  These are families where everyone understands that Dad’s word is the final say on any matter.

Both genders have their place, neither to ever be above or below the other.  Instead, they stand side-by-side, shoulder to shoulder, with the women’s just slightly behind the man’s.  He is, and should be allowed to be, the head of the home.