I've come to the conclusion that I'm not much of a feminist. I like being financially independant and not having to explain to a man if I want to spend £200 on a pair of Chanel sunglasses or £800 on a Mulberry handbag. Which I do, occasionally. It's my money and I earned it.
But I do like is a gentleman that knows how to treat a woman.
I'm not talking about throwing money at me, more just opening the odd door and asking if everything is ok. Just being polite goes a long way in my book.
In the last two days, on three separate occasions I have asked myself, where have all the gentlemen gone?
The three occasions have all been driving related. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad driver! I'm lucky enough to have never been involved in a car accident in all the years I've been driving.
Why do men speed up when I pull out of a side road? I pulled out today, when I saw a space, and I swear to God the white van man put his foot down! Was he trying to frighten me? Are men threatened by lady drivers who drive a BMW?
I continued up the road and went round a round-about. Now I thought these were there to help the flow of traffic. Not according to the short man driving the Renault Clio. I didn't stop but continued round, and when he saw that I had taken this liberty he came up behind me and sounded his horn loudly. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw some unfortunate looking man making rude gestures at me. I braked sharply just to infuriate him more and continued on my way to the butchers.
On our way to school and work Beth and I have to negotiate some major road works going on around town. We live in a major tourist area and such is the planning department of Cumbria County Council, they have decided to slow the summer traffic down to a crawl by upgrading the A66 (trans Pennine) rounabout during July/August. We go over a bridge and the road splits into two lanes. During the work these two lanes merge into one 100 yards further on.
I drove over the bridge and as usual I pulled into the outside lane to overtake everything, realising my error, I went to pull back in. I didn't want to be unsociable and pull up 100 yards further on and expect to be let in.
Would the driver behind me let me back in? No.
It wasn't as if I was trying to push my way in, I only wanted to get back to where I was. I looked over, past Beth, who was sat bolt upright, waiting for me to kick off, and wound my window down (electronically). The man wouldn't even look at me. We were bumper to bumper and there was no way he was going to let me back in. I put my foot down, went 10 cars past him, indicated, and some woman let me in.
Beth kept quiet and continued to look straight ahead.
I asked myself, and Beth, what's happened to men?
You do find the occasional man who askes if they can help you put your hand luggage in the overhead locker, or who holds the door open, rather than let it bang in your face, or who offers to buy you a drink, but they seem few and far between. I have to add, if a man bought me a drink, I'd certainly like to buy him one back.
I look at my dad, he is a true gentleman. He spent 27 years in the armed forces and is a man's man.
Never once, have I heard him swear. Not once.
Where have all the gentlemen gone?