feminist milestone
Well, Friday on my drive to WisCon, I crossed a feminist milestone -- I had to change my spare tire all by myself. And I did it! Woo-hoo! I know, it seems silly to be proud of having done something like that by myself, after all I do all sorts of "masculine" things, from rewiring the light switches, to installing new faucets, to replacing the ceiling fan when the old one burnt out. But car care has been limited to washing the outside, and replacing the window washing fluid.
Funny how something like changing a tire has this iconic, archetypal feel to it, that it feels like a litmus test for being truly liberated. Sort of like a guy changing diapers.