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dolariNothing shows the clear divide of how people act about gender roles than a blown tire.
On the way to work today, my tire decided it wasn't getting enough out of live and blew out. After a few frantic calls around to work, I got to work replacing it.
My father taught me how to change a tire. He also taught my sister. My father and his brothers are very big on teaching their female children how to fend for themselves and be assertive. Probably because my grandmother (their mother) didn't have any daughters and they didn't see how Mexican tradition tells women that "Men will solve your problems."
So I had no second thoughts about changing my tire. My pantyhose did. As did my work dress. But I DID change that tire. Despite the cold blowing winds. And the rain. But I got it.
I got two main reactions from people driving by. When I changed a tire as a boy, I got no reaction, cars drove by, no one pulled over. While I was changing this tire in my work dress, there was a LOT of rubbernecking, a few people who walked up (I wasn't threatened - I had a tire iron) and asked if I needed to call a tire service. I turned them down (I had no money) but thanked them. One or two older mexican gentlemen (in their 60s) asked me if I wanted them to do it. Again, the "Men will solve your problems" tradition in play from the other side. :)
I got it all changed, and came back home to clean up. and will be going back to work in an hour.
My tire is all shreddy and cool looking.
Something else that's wierd. Now that I had the tire change, the truck is "gliding." No more pulling to any direction, turns don't feel like the truck is going downhill, and it's not rumbling anymore (Prolly a tire-bubble). She's happy. :D
I need to warm up.
On the way to work today, my tire decided it wasn't getting enough out of live and blew out. After a few frantic calls around to work, I got to work replacing it.
My father taught me how to change a tire. He also taught my sister. My father and his brothers are very big on teaching their female children how to fend for themselves and be assertive. Probably because my grandmother (their mother) didn't have any daughters and they didn't see how Mexican tradition tells women that "Men will solve your problems."
So I had no second thoughts about changing my tire. My pantyhose did. As did my work dress. But I DID change that tire. Despite the cold blowing winds. And the rain. But I got it.
I got two main reactions from people driving by. When I changed a tire as a boy, I got no reaction, cars drove by, no one pulled over. While I was changing this tire in my work dress, there was a LOT of rubbernecking, a few people who walked up (I wasn't threatened - I had a tire iron) and asked if I needed to call a tire service. I turned them down (I had no money) but thanked them. One or two older mexican gentlemen (in their 60s) asked me if I wanted them to do it. Again, the "Men will solve your problems" tradition in play from the other side. :)
I got it all changed, and came back home to clean up. and will be going back to work in an hour.
My tire is all shreddy and cool looking.
Something else that's wierd. Now that I had the tire change, the truck is "gliding." No more pulling to any direction, turns don't feel like the truck is going downhill, and it's not rumbling anymore (Prolly a tire-bubble). She's happy. :D
I need to warm up.
