Speaking of gender roles…
Comments (10) I was delivering postcards for my show this morning (obligatory plug) and got a flat tire. I was on Lake Shore Drive, heading south at the curve by North Beach, when I felt the steering jerk. I’ve never actually been in a car when a tire went flat, let alone driving a car when it happens, so I didn’t realize what was happening. I just thought, “Shit, something’s wrong with my car” and promptly forgot about it.
That meant that, to make matters worse, I didn’t notice it until I was parked at the place I was dropping post cards, about 2 miles later. (I subsequently learned this meant the tire couldn’t just be patched – $35+tax – but had to be replaced – $100+tax. Taught me a lesson about always pulling over ASAP when something goes wonky…)
But I didn’t actually notice the flat myself. Two guys were walking from their pickup truck when one of them said, “You know you have a flat there?” And thus started the most subtlety gendered interaction I’ve had in a while.
Themocracy