Balls don't equal brains

"Just A Girl" - by No Doubt

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights

Oh...I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear

'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes

I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype

Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some

I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison

Oh...I've had it up to!

Oh...I've had it up to!!
Oh...I've had it up to here!

Dealing with car repair causes me more anxiety than public speaking. I'm immediately on the defensive because I'm convinced the bill is being padded simply because I'm a female who doesn't know any better.

I know a little about cars. Enough to change my own oil and keep up with routine maintenance. Hell, I can even change a serpentine belt if given the time, but I am by no means a mechanic so I still have to leave major repairs to the pros.

This time it's the mother of all repairs--transmission. I'm anticipating paying at least a G, probably more, to fix my car's current condition. Even so, no one seems eager to help me. I've called 4 different mechanics in the last 4 days in attempt to get my car towed and at the very least looked at to verify the problem. How come no one wants to take my money? Would I get different service if a man called for me?

This leaves me feeling frustrated and helpless. My mother makes matters worse by telling me to wear a "wedding ring", and tell the tow truck driver that my husband will be home from vacation tomorrow. I get so angry when she says things like that but I know she's probably right--and it sucks. Why do I have to fake like I'm just a girl?