Life sometimes gives us the opportunity to confront our previously held beliefs. I was lambasted with a lesson during a trip to the grocery store.
While I was scrutinizing ingredients due to a foray into a gluten-free diet, my eldest daughter hummed songs to herself and danced with our shopping cart. Carried away by her internal tunes, she did not realize that a large man in an electric wheelchair was waiting for her to clear the path.
Quickly, I asked her to come stand by me to allow passage and apologized for her obstruction. This Hanes undershirt wearing, house slippered hulk of a man, said loudly, “Women drivers, they start out young!” as he buzzed past, intent no doubt on securing more sugar for his overflowing basket.

The comment coursed through me and with a bolt of fury, I sunk low and muttered, “asshole” and then looked quickly to be certain that my daughter had not heard my comment (she did not). A fellow shopper took the time to comment that the man was incredibly rude and I appreciated the validation whole heartedly.
But what was interesting, to me-at least, was that two days prior, I had been watching a reality show with my husband that depicted eighteen wheeler drivers struggling to ascend a precipitous terrain. A platinum blonde, Harley Davidson t-shirt wearing, size 2, itty bitty thing of a woman was whipping the steering wheel back and forth and shoving the shifter with an expert grip. Without thinking, I snorted and asked derisively, “What is SHE doing trying to drive that thing?”

Oh my God! I immediately backpedaled and made amending remarks to my prejudiced statement. My internal feminist ranted against my question and challenged my perspective. Why shouldn’t she drive an eighteen wheeler? I was left disturbed by my blatent disregard for how things are today, in 2011, when females can hold positions normally designated for men.
I was raised with the belief that men and women held very distinct roles, which is one that I tried hard to modify when I struck out on my own. Honestly, I was surprised by my reaction. I was also surprised by the dichotomous anger I experienced when that jerkface said my child was a *gasp* a woman driver.
Guess it leaves me with some things to think about, huh?
