This one's for the ladies...

[cyrano]

Girls, if you need to drive those big scary cars like your husbands do, just remember what Goodyear told us years ago.
Polyglas means more than good mileage. It also means your delicate feminine brains won't be overwhelmed by the stress of road signs, parts of your own car, sudden camera zooms and a tense emphatic soundtrack; we think the odds are pretty good you won't crash and kill somebody if your husband for some reason allows you to drive. (Which, if he didn't have a gigantic brain tumor, he'd have the sense to forbid. Girls driving. Bah! Next they'll want to *vote*.)

Comments

[mostuff.livejournal.com]

Oh no! The signs! The lights! Pedestrians! I can't take it!!!!!!!!

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Don't you worry your pretty little head, dear. I'll make sure to take a taxi driven by somebody manly enough to handle the wilds of suburban streets--you just make certain there's a hot meal on the table when I get there.