growing up

My parents recently decided they didn't want to pay my car insurance any more. Apparently paying for your own insurance is a "grown-up" thing, and I shouldn't complain because I'm a grown up now.

But I am going to complain anyways.

But not about paying my own insurance—I suppose that's fair enough. I want to complain about the fact that I am now supposed to be a grown up.

If I was a boy, I wouldn't be expected to be so grown up. One thing I discovered while researching car insurance is that it cost a lot more to be insured if you're a boy under the age of 25. That's because no one expects boys to be responsible and safety conscious before they turn 25. They're still allowed to occasionally act immature and childish and speed through town and not be able to make decisions, and no one thinks twice. Sure, girls complain about these immature boys to no end, but it's not like we don't expect it. That's just the way boys are, and we've all been told that boys never really grow up, or if they do, it's not until they turn at least 25.

Now, girls on the other hand, we have to have it together as soon as we graduate college. We are supposed to own the safe cars and have our oil changed every three months and drive at safe speeds and pay our bills on time and have good jobs and decorate our apartments and eat healthy food and dress nice and do everything right. If we don't, well then, we're just too flaky and obviously can't handle the real world.

Sure, this girl=maturity thing may lower our car insurance premiums a tad, but really, some days I would rather pay a bit more and be a little less grown up.


*If you are a boy and happen to be reading this and don't feel you fit my description, sorry. You may be the exception—who knows?

** I'm not bitter about anything in particular, this whole car insurance thing just enlightened me a bit :)