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Yesterday, I worked twelve hours. It was dark when I left, and dark on the drive home. I have a thing about looking closely at the drivers of other cars, and this would have to be the ultimate excercise in predjudice. You mentally tick through the make & condition of the car, the gender & hair, road speed and any bumper stickers, and by the time you pass them, you have formed a complete profile of said driver’s personality (usually disagreeable) and lifestyle (either bourgeois or degenerate or both). All in fifteen seconds or less.
Anyway, at six-thirty in the morning, you see all kinds of people on the road: men, women, old and young. On the way home, though, at seven-thirty in the evening, nearly everyone I passed was a male, middle-aged. Why don’t you see women driving home from work at seven-thirty in the evening?