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I'm whiny.
Feb. 14th, 2003 01:18 pmSomething is very, very wrong.
Everything is breaking down -- my computer, my cd player, and now my car.
Why??!!
My idea of feminism ends at my car. Not only that I find its mechanisms very mysterious, I also entirely lack the motivation to learn about it. I pump my own gas etc., but I don't want to have anything to do with anything inside of it. Some smart, helpful, amazing man should just emerge and assist me.
It seems that my battery is too low on power to start the engine, and I do know I need (oh, whatever that may be in English -- Starthilfekabel... some kind of connecting cable?) and another car to get it going. Only that I can't find anyone with the necessary device. Or I could take out the battery and take it to a gas station to have it reloaded. But I simply don't feel like dealing with it. I can solve my computer problems, and surprised myself by fixing my blender when it stopped working... but I don't want to do this. I feel like a little kid, or a stubborn teenager about my car: I don't want to deal with this. Someone should do it for me! Now!
Adult life sucks sometimes. And I never learned the necessary over-feminine cultural codes that enable me to wrap guys around my finger and make them take care of such petty problems for me. I tried the most helpless smile I can manage on the janitor, but he just shrugged and kept reading his newspaper. Lazy idiot. What happened to the concept of being a gentleman? Where have all the cowboys gone??
Everything is breaking down -- my computer, my cd player, and now my car.
Why??!!
My idea of feminism ends at my car. Not only that I find its mechanisms very mysterious, I also entirely lack the motivation to learn about it. I pump my own gas etc., but I don't want to have anything to do with anything inside of it. Some smart, helpful, amazing man should just emerge and assist me.
It seems that my battery is too low on power to start the engine, and I do know I need (oh, whatever that may be in English -- Starthilfekabel... some kind of connecting cable?) and another car to get it going. Only that I can't find anyone with the necessary device. Or I could take out the battery and take it to a gas station to have it reloaded. But I simply don't feel like dealing with it. I can solve my computer problems, and surprised myself by fixing my blender when it stopped working... but I don't want to do this. I feel like a little kid, or a stubborn teenager about my car: I don't want to deal with this. Someone should do it for me! Now!
Adult life sucks sometimes. And I never learned the necessary over-feminine cultural codes that enable me to wrap guys around my finger and make them take care of such petty problems for me. I tried the most helpless smile I can manage on the janitor, but he just shrugged and kept reading his newspaper. Lazy idiot. What happened to the concept of being a gentleman? Where have all the cowboys gone??
