It is the general notion that women are most guilty of backseat driving a.k.a micromanaging a.k.a nagging.. why, almost all the cartoons on back seat driving had the woman nagging the ‘poor husband’ in the drivers seat
except for this one..see the look on the poor womans face…dont you just want to rush to her rescue..
I disagree with the popular notion and feel that men are equally (note the key word here is ‘equally’) vicious when it comes to back seat driving and this is’nt just restricted to driving it could spill over to almost every facet of life perhaps even the most mundane of household chores..like my husband the other day and his critique of my pancakes! Apparently the method I was using to pour the batter onto the pan wasnt the “right way”..seriously how many ways are there?! ..
I come from the state called Kerala in the southern most tip of the Indian sub continent that boasts of 100% literacy and more national and international policy formulation and debating happens there in the small tea shops by the side of the roads on highways and tiny villages than it does in parliaments.
Then there are our arm chair intellectuals who would use all their pens and paper till the world has been stripped of all its trees but would not lift a finger when it comes to actually doing something to make a change……Not that I am against free expression and all these important discussions are indeed important in a civil and democratic society but are’nt these also very subtle forms of back seat driving?
Backseat driving for me is such a disturbing situation I get a panic attack thinking about it..Dear Backseat driver, when you sit comfortably and shout out directives and orders in an annoying tone of voice unbeknownst to you, you sound like chalk screeching on a blackboard and as for your looks if you thought you were an 8 -8.5 well now think again! That mangy dog by the side of the road might seem more attractive..(Harsh was I ? Well try listening to your sound bites). Im also reminded of this scene from Bedazzled (2000) where Elizabeth Hurley transforms into the devil when Brendan Fraser refuses to sign his soul off to her (By the way she still looks gorgeous in this one I couldnt get a picture of her as the devil)
Should’nt we just trust the driver and give them space and peace of mind while keeping a look out for potential danger and maybe even keep them entertained lest they fall alseep? Im sure nobody likes to be nagged and micromanaged but at the same time none of us are too proud to accept help from a genuine (more pleasant sounding) source. So lets put aside all anxiety and animosity and to use a cliche ‘quit sweating the small stuff’ and focus on making this journey enjoyable for both the driver and for you!
…despite the crying baby in the backseat!