A HUGE pet peeve of mine (not sure if it's below or above the mouth noises thing) is lax manners. And this goes doubly so for men. Actually, much more than doubly so. A man without manners is pretty low as far as I'm concerned. And I'm southern -- so when I say manners, I mean southern manners. In fact, I just don't think I could ever be with someone who lacks them.
So tonight I'm hanging out with a bunch of my amigos and I decide that I shall finally get around to changing all the lights that are out on my car. I chose to do it tonight because I was at a friends house and he has tools which I lack. Plus, it's always good to do car maintenance when there are guys around -- and this was 9 guys.
So explain to me how I still ended up doing it all myself and 7 of those guys never even PRETENDED to offer to help. Including one in particular whose help I ASKED for. What the fuck?
And these are all men who, I'm sure, consider themselves to be above average when it comes to chivalry and manners. No help. I'm not asking for more than I'm willing to give here either -- I open doors for everyone myself -- and I'm always there to help. Hell, I'm more handy with cars than most of the population and I always help -- even when I've no idea what I'm doing, I'll at least hold the flashlight for you. Nothing.
Man it pissed me off. I was literally pissed about it. How freaking rude and unmanly. I feel like dealing out some good hard pops on the back of some heads.
Oh, and by the way -- the Beetle now has all working headlights AND breaklights. Ok, so one of the back-up lights is out -- but really, I got the vital stuff. Thanks to Chad and Matt for the help. Apparently yall are the REAL men of the group ;) AND CHAD'S NOT EVEN SOUTHERN.
This could EASILY send me off into another rant about how I'm self-sufficient because I have to be and how I speak "dominantly" because some of us never had the privilege to be sweet meek little submissive women. If I don't do shit -- it doesn't get done. No ones ever taken care of me. I've always had to take care of myself -- even when I was a little girl. So I'm so sorry that I'm not a meek submissive female and that I intimidate you. I wasn't blessed to have man after man take care of me and move straight from my loving fathers home to my husbands and still have all the men in my life looking out for me and making sure my feet never strike the ground.
Ehem. Went a bit far there, didn't I? I'm done.