Toyota.

Today Zach and I put this thing:

I'm sure this has a name.

In his car, here…

Look at that beast of an engine!

Regardless of my unwillingness to learn technical names for stuff, fixing things on a car feels incredibly empowering for me for a couple of good reasons, I feel super smart because I do have some sort of technical inclination, but also it’s a great opportunity to prove all the jackass men in my life wrong, it is Heavens to Betsy in an oil change. I think about all the stupid shit men have said to me, the ways that they have limited my behavior, and it feels good to prove that women can do things, even if the knowledge set traditionally used is guarded heavily by machismo.

I also had jalapeno nachos for dinner and thought about the time that the guy at the baseball park concession stand said to me, “Are you sure you want jalapenos? They’re really hot.” I guess the sneeze guard serves a dual purpose in that it not only protects your food from germs, but it also keeps jaded female customers from jumping over the counter and shoving a cheese ladle up the concession guy’s ass.