On Self-Observed Anti-Boyishness: Cars
Sometimes I post about ways in which I am like the stereotypical male.[1] However, the truth of the matter is that I highly dislike many of the stereotypical things that men are supposed to like.
For example, most of you long-time readers are aware that I am not a fan of sports. (Mind, I don't dislike watching them; I just cannot fathom how people get so excited by and addicted to watching them nor why anyone ever chooses a team to cheer for.)
Another thing I have never been excited by is cars.
Yes, I had a few matchbox cars growing up, but I rarely played with them. And I could only tell you the model of one of them. (Was it an IROC-Z?)
Never in my life have I been able to identify cars by make or model or year. If you say, "I have a Honda civic," this means as much to me as if you said, "I drive a Jabberwocky politic." I am happy that I can distinguish cars, vans, SUVs, and trucks. Don't ask me to distinguish between brands and models.
Yet so many boys and men seem to understand all of this.
Nor do I understand how cars work. I wish I did. I enjoy knowing the inner workings of things and taking them apart. But when men talk about what they did to their car over the weekend, I am in the dark and highly bored.
I did not get a license till I was 27. I had no desire to drive.
I also have no desire to drive fast.
I do like moving quickly; but I can get that thrill from amusement park rides.
For example, most of you long-time readers are aware that I am not a fan of sports. (Mind, I don't dislike watching them; I just cannot fathom how people get so excited by and addicted to watching them nor why anyone ever chooses a team to cheer for.)
Another thing I have never been excited by is cars.
Yes, I had a few matchbox cars growing up, but I rarely played with them. And I could only tell you the model of one of them. (Was it an IROC-Z?)
Never in my life have I been able to identify cars by make or model or year. If you say, "I have a Honda civic," this means as much to me as if you said, "I drive a Jabberwocky politic." I am happy that I can distinguish cars, vans, SUVs, and trucks. Don't ask me to distinguish between brands and models.
Yet so many boys and men seem to understand all of this.
Nor do I understand how cars work. I wish I did. I enjoy knowing the inner workings of things and taking them apart. But when men talk about what they did to their car over the weekend, I am in the dark and highly bored.
I did not get a license till I was 27. I had no desire to drive.
I also have no desire to drive fast.
I do like moving quickly; but I can get that thrill from amusement park rides.