Immeasurable STEEZ
Tonight, Girl, Guy and I took Guys's car to a park to sit around and be spooked by Mysterious Rodents in the Dark. Before we left my house, I had to lock the front door and come out the back to meet them in the cul-de-sac. Despite this, Girl took the back seat, giving me shotgun. This is something I've seen a lot when driving or riding somewhere in a "mixed sex" vehicle. Heh, mixed sex. Strange.
I don't like to see girls automatically sit in the back when there's more than one guy in the car. It weirds me out to think that they would feel like they don't... deserve the front? Like it's not their place? Is there some men-in-front standard ingrained in us from birth, perpetuated by our male chauvinistic yadda yadda yadda?
This, of course, does not apply when the girl is the Significant Other of the Male Driver. If she's the dude's "main squeeze," then she gets the front. So they can like, kiss at stop lights and stuff...
Until about age 37, when Male Driver finally lands the Bogginsthwait-Korgensburg account. He and coworker Ted Stevenson will take their trophy wives to dinner at Perogionnio's and then stop off for lattés at a Starbucks in The Village before catching the 10:30 showing of That New Foreign Film that he's heard is an example of "exquisitely manicured cinematography that sets a new standard for today's film industry." In this case, the ladies will surely sit in the back of his Ford V18 ExKalibur Luxury First-Aid Kit-Equipped Mountaineering SUV (Survival Utility Vehicle) with Eddie Bauer-upholstered interior, disc-changing capabilities, Bose speakers, heated/cooled cup-holders and a "myriad of other handy little features." They will discuss hair and HGTV while he and Ted talk about The Game.
So, girls, please don't let this go on. Come sit up front. With me. It's nice here. You can control the radio, AC, whatever you want. And feel free to lightly touch my thigh when you wish to put emphasis on a certain part of that story you're telling me about the creepy guy that hit on you at work.
I don't like to see girls automatically sit in the back when there's more than one guy in the car. It weirds me out to think that they would feel like they don't... deserve the front? Like it's not their place? Is there some men-in-front standard ingrained in us from birth, perpetuated by our male chauvinistic yadda yadda yadda?
This, of course, does not apply when the girl is the Significant Other of the Male Driver. If she's the dude's "main squeeze," then she gets the front. So they can like, kiss at stop lights and stuff...
Until about age 37, when Male Driver finally lands the Bogginsthwait-Korgensburg account. He and coworker Ted Stevenson will take their trophy wives to dinner at Perogionnio's and then stop off for lattés at a Starbucks in The Village before catching the 10:30 showing of That New Foreign Film that he's heard is an example of "exquisitely manicured cinematography that sets a new standard for today's film industry." In this case, the ladies will surely sit in the back of his Ford V18 ExKalibur Luxury First-Aid Kit-Equipped Mountaineering SUV (Survival Utility Vehicle) with Eddie Bauer-upholstered interior, disc-changing capabilities, Bose speakers, heated/cooled cup-holders and a "myriad of other handy little features." They will discuss hair and HGTV while he and Ted talk about The Game.
So, girls, please don't let this go on. Come sit up front. With me. It's nice here. You can control the radio, AC, whatever you want. And feel free to lightly touch my thigh when you wish to put emphasis on a certain part of that story you're telling me about the creepy guy that hit on you at work.