Metaphor I had to come up with to explain ‘irrational’ female choices to a male friend.
Everyone wants you, and to ride you, but it’s in your best interest to hold out for the driver who’ll be considerate enough to give you good experiences and minimise damage. As soon as you leave the showroom, you lose value irretrievably. You cannot change models although you can patch up damage and hope no one notices. You might be at risk of theft or fraud because some drivers think they’re entitled to you. Which type of driver do you allow your keys? You remember past experiences, if any, and cannot wait around forever and run the risk of rusting. You see other cars out enjoying themselves and want to know their secret. You need to choose while you are desirable and hope you’ve chosen well.
This example, though hardly perfect, explains some female choices quite well.
Off the top of my head;
- The ‘modern’ refusal that virginity exists (hymens are a social construct)
- The issue with number versus quality of rides
- Why the best women think being seen with them is enough reward for maintenance when some men believe there was a covert driver’s contract being fulfilled and paid
- Why women tend to complain about the lack of good men because the value of rides are at odds with availability
- What might seem like superficiality from one end (paint job) is rivalled by the superficiality (a car is a car) on the other
- The popularity of red models and creamy soft seats
- Disproportionate concern over the crime rates and avoiding the eye of bad drivers
- Doubt over the value (positive or negative) of past experiences.