Automobiles go hither and yon, wherever and whenever the driver desires, without timetables. Automobiles encourage people to think they--unsupervised, untutored, and unscripted--are masters of their fates.

That reminds me -- I haven't driven across the Atlantic Ocean lately. Time for a road trip.

I don't even know who George Will is. But he sure likes him some automobiles.

Automobiles encourage people to think they--unsupervised, untutored, and unscripted--are masters of their fates.

I hate these kind of arguments because he's overlooking the fact that you can still fucking buy a car.

It's like when people make that argument that women can't be stay at home moms because of feminism. No, they can, nobody made it illegal, nobody is talking about making it illegal.

Also, I'm pretty sure that the people who can't afford a car or car expenses but live in a town or city built around car culture (Hi Arlington!) aren't encouraged to think they are masters of their fates.

I thought I wasn't allowed to have a car due to being a Working Girl On My Own? No???

Or a spinster. Either way.

That last turn is kind of a bitch, Fred. C'mon, George Will has not done a classic American roadtrip...with the junk food and fighting and being happy to find a good song on the radio, yeah. Lawrence O'Donnell makes awesome jello shots, too. @@

Automobiles go hither and yon, wherever and whenever the driver desires, without timetables. Automobiles encourage people to think they--unsupervised, untutored, and unscripted--are masters of their fates.

I admit, when I choose to drive rather than take the train it is often because I want to be more in control of my travel, but that comes with a price - I can't nap or read or sit down to a meal while I'm moving. Delusions of adequacy really don't come into it.

But that's me. I'm sure George Will takes his delusions where he can get them.

My mom was a wonderful mother. When I was a child, I thought she was the Platonic ideal of motherliness.

That's great. While I have a Mountain of Crazy in my mother, she was balanced by the Grand Canyon of Awesomeness that was my dad. You gotta take the bad with the good, is how I like to think about it.

I admit, when I choose to drive rather than take the train it is often because I want to be more in control of my travel.

Or because it's snowing, and I'm southern and I AM NOT standing in that shit.

I hate the cold with the passion of a million burning suns-which would be helpful, but no.

I remember when I did my college co-op, I lived with my Uncle in Maryland and commuted over the Beltway to McLean, VA. That experience did most certainly not fill me with delusions of adequacy.