Boyz Under the Hood

I learned something interesting about the male of our increasingly fascinating species. If they don't know something about cars (ie. a thing which by gender they are supposed to be knowledgeable), they will attempt to blame their ignorance on everything except that despite all evidence to the contrary. I'm not sure why or even if this surprises me, but let's at least say that is says something interesting about the role men think they need to play in our society.

Last night when I was leaving work, I realized that I am an idiot and as a result of my idiocy my car battery is dead. Luckily the servers I work with were having a private rock concert in the restaurant after hours, so I was able to get one of the servers to provide me with their car and unwanted confusion about my own car. This confusion arose quickly after popping the hood of my shiny 1991 sedan of which "all the computers" made charging the battery impossible with the presumably classic technology of jumper cables.

Now I may sound a little harsh and I do really appreciate all the effort this guy put into helping me try to jump my car. My issue is only with the fact that instead of just admitting he didn't know what to do, he blamed it on the "computers" in the car and didn't listen when I tried to convince him that there is no way my 1991 vehicle has computers that would get in the way when it doesn't even have a CD player.

But then my father came to my rescue and I was able to sleep safely at home with little Petunia cozy in the drive way. There's something about the successful fertilization of an egg that turns these males into superheroes, but without the magic powers. In other words, it turns them into Batman. What is it about fathers that make them able to do anything?

Maybe this is why all guys feel the need to be geniuses about their stereotypical interests.

Sunny Daze

The sky was as gray as five month old bread
The ground was as wet as the sea
The wind howled like a cat left unfed
Another day in Vancouver for me