Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Car Shopping, Then and Now


My father loved shopping for cars—walking the hot asphalt lot, kicking tires, looking under the hood (all for show, he wasn’t in the least mechanical), even locking horns with the sales manager in his sweatbox office.

Back then, that was what men did—make the big-ticket decisions on make, model and price, while wives might offer hesitant input on paintjob and trim packages.

My, how things have changed—in our wife-led marriage, and so many others where the wife is empowered to exercise her superior judgment in all matters.

My wife decides if and when we will buy a car, whether new or used, what make and model, from whom and for how much. Like “The Little Woman” of yore, I may be asked my opinion on various matters, but there is no slightest pretense that I will have any real say-so on the final decision. She also knows that I will completely support whatever she decides.

But it goes farther. Before our last car purchase, at a dinner party with friends she had announced, “I’m shopping for a Ford Explorer” (let’s say) and asked what people thought of it. There were several couples present--and me, of course. Note that my wife didn’t say, “Mark and I are shopping for…” or “We’re shopping for…” Didn’t say “Mark thinks this or that.”

She offered the same conversational gambit to other people in my presence. She then made calls to several private party sellers and arranged for us, as a family, to see and test drive one. The man met us in front of his apartment, and my wife did all the talking, again using “I…” not “We.”

So when he asked, “Do you want to take it for a spin?” it was directly to my wife, and she said yes. So she did, with the man sitting beside her in front, me alone in the second seat, and the kids on the rear foldout bench. We drove around his neighborhood, with the man and my wife carrying on a lively conversation about the car’s features. The kids said a few things, but I kept quiet. I certainly didn’t want to interrupt my wife’s conversation with the seller.

We returned to his apartment house and we all got out, and the man asked my wife how she liked it. There were a few more exchanges between them and then, when we were about to walk away, she turned to me and asked, as an afterthought, if I wanted to sit in the front—not drive it, mind you, just sit behind the wheel. And I said quickly and pleasantly, “No, that’s fine.” And my wife concluded with the man, telling him that we’d be in touch. (If I had been doing the talking, I would have hemmed and hawed and maybe ended up buying the darned thing, because I’m such an impulsive and erratic shopper, afraid to say no.)

And, of course, when my wife next began visiting dealerships, I went along and was relegated to the showroom couch with the kids, while she dealt with the various salespeople. All the eventual financial discussions were made between my wife and the sales manager, with me waiting outside the office. (She did ask me later which of two colors I preferred, and scolded me when I hedged. “Give me your opinion!” she said sharply, so I did. I was flattered to see that she had already made the same choice.)

Did I feel relegated to second-class status by all this? Did I feel, oh, you know, emasculated?

I guess maybe so, compared to The Way Things Were with my mom and dad (he would have been outraged by this spousal switcheroo). But their marriage went belly up, and our wife-led marriage is doing just fine, thank you. They argued, bitterly; we don’t. (Against the rulres, don’tcha know.)

Mainly what it felt like, with my wife in charge, was right and natural. I should be the subordinate partner. My wife is a vastly better shopper, bargainer and negotiator, budgeter and planner. And her social skills are light years ahead of mine. Too often I pipe up when I should be piping down. But I’m learning.

And I’m not alone. More and more wives are kicking the tires while having hubby mind the kids and wait for her to make up her mind and close the deal. Here are a few samples, starting with Fumika Misato’s recommendations for big-ticket purchases in wife worship marriages:

“As head of the household, you control the family finances. He is required to justify his expenses to you. But there is absolutely no need for you to explain anything whatsoever about the family finances to him… For example, if you want to buy a new car, that is your decision alone, but if he wants to purchase a new shirt he must seek your permission.”

This is precisely what a current FLR blogger, Ms. Marie, did recently:

“Last weekend I took [my husband] car shopping. In the past, he would decide if and when we needed a car. He would decide on the make and model, he would decide on the budget, he would test drive, etc. This time, I told him we were going to some dealers. I told him what I wanted, I spoke with the salespeople, I did all the test driving and I had final say. And he is happy and so am I.”

A similar outing was described by this wife-led husband in a letter to Elise Sutton: “[My wife] recently decided we needed to sell our SUV and buy a minivan. We went to a dealership where one of her female friends works, and while I looked after the kids on the showroom floor, she talked business with her friend & arrived at a deal completely independent of me, which of course was fine.”

Here’s a slight variation, with older wife and younger husband: “[My husband] was fresh out of college when we became engaged. Because of this he doesn't even have credit established as he found out when I told him he could get himself a car. He was ready to sign the papers when he was told that due to the way our finances are set up I would have to co-sign the loan in order for him to be approved. He was so humiliated when I walked into the dealership and sent him out to my car to wait while I handled the details. The female car salesperson and I sat down to finish the deal. She was so impressed with the control that I have over my husband that she gave me an extra two hundred off on the car and I signed for the loan. I had the car placed in my name. He still can't buy anything without my permission.”

Years after my own car-shopping experience related above, I came across this posting in the old Spousechat message board, which I could have written myself:

“Recently, we needed to purchase a new car for her. She said that she ‘is taking the lead on this’ and that I am only to support her when asked. I said OK since I'm open for her to have more control, or so I thought. Before test-driving new cars, the saleswoman asked for both of our driver licenses. In front of the saleswoman my wife told me to put mine away since I won't be driving any cars. The saleswoman seemed to enjoy this smackdown, and, from that point on, would only smile at me but direct all conversation to my wife. I felt like the woman in the relationship. The saleswoman would open the door for me as I sat in the back seat. They would talk about anything and everything while I was silent in back. At one point, my wife told me to walk across the street to a restaurant, while she discussed the car purchase with the saleswoman. While filling out the paperwork, my wife decided to remove me from the registration. The only paperwork I signed was to trade-in our old car. I was caught off-guard but complied. Once we got home, she had me restock her new car with the stuff from her old one, then told me to stay home, do some laundry while she showed her new car to her family and friends.”

Here’s a hubby whose wife overruled his choice of colors (or “colours”) for his company car: “Quite recently I was picking out the colours for my new car which comes with my job. I wanted a beige interior and black exterior while my wife wanted other colours. I tried to explain that, since it's a car I use all day, I may as well pick the colours. She didin’t see it that way. She ordered me to my knees and, as I was looking up at her, told me what colours I'd be getting. I happily complied. Now, every time I look at the car and see the colours she chose, I am reminded who’s the boss in our home, which is exactly what my wife intended.”

Who would dare argue that women aren’t the best shoppers? Why should car-buying be any different? And I'm talking about women of any age. For instance, I know of a woman in her upper-80s who was taken car shopping by her 40-year-old grandson. She liked a big new GM car every three years or so, and she would pay cash for it. But her grandson dragged out this particular purchase, making her wait in the hot son while he dickered on the deal and various packages of extras.

Finally she’d had enough and yelled out at him, “Vern, just give the man the money, so I can drive my new car home!”

I’ll wind this up with a final anecdote, recently sent to me by a dear “e-migo” who happily yields all decision-making to his adored and adoring matriarch wife. What is particularly noteworthy in his account, I think, is the “ordinariness” of it. It’s just the Way Things Are Now in wife-led marriages, now that wives have come such a long way from the Way Things Were:
About three years ago Lisa told me one morning over breakfast that she needed a new car. She began to shop online, without keeping me in the loop. She did tell me that she liked the idea of a used, BMW. When she learned that a local BMW dealer had two she liked, she told the dealership we’d be dropping by, then told me she wanted me to accompany her. She told me to drop what I was doing (housework) and come along.

At the dealership, Lisa spoke with a saleswoman named Kayla, while I tagged quietly along behind. The woman acknowledged me, then turned her attention back to Lisa. While they discussed the purchase options, I remained quiet. When they went out to test drive two of the vehicles, I remained in the showroom. When a salesman asked if he could help me, I explained that my wife was test driving a car.

When the two women returned, they began to talk business, and, naturally, I tuned out, but Lisa handed me the keys to her old car and told me to check to make sure she’d left nothing personal in it, while she completed the transaction. I went out and looked in the trunk, glove compartment and back seat and found a few items, which I brought in. In the meantime, Lisa had signed over her old car (she was sole owner) as her trade-in and was completing the purchase of the BMW. As she wrote the check, I could tell that the saleswoman noticed that only my wife’s name was on the check (it is after, all her, account). Lisa glanced up and told me “Sweetie, run out and wait for me in the car.” I replied, “Yes, dear,” and did as told, waiting perhaps another quarter-hour in the passenger seat while my wife and the saleswoman concluded their business and, perhaps, chatted a bit more.

When Lisa drove off, she thanked me for being a good husband and not involving myself in her purchase. She said she thought she might need me there to sign something, but, as it turned out, she only used me to run that one errand.


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11 comments:

Carson Ahlstrom said...

There are times when the wife makes the major decisions around the house, and this maybe one of them. You're right about car-buying back then. Car-hunting used to be an activity for the men. Nowadays, both a man and a woman can look for cars from car dealers.

ALL HERS said...

During the past 12 months my wife and I purchased 2 new vehicles. Both cars were her choice. Even the one that I am primary driver. She even picked out the color. When it came time for her primary car, she wanted a Mercedes, silver, and did most of the dealing. She picked out the options.

Nothing wrong with this, women are better shoppers, and look for bargains. Men generally could care less about shopping, just want to get it over with, (even car shopping), and probably end up paying more if they are by themself.

This is so different from the old days as you describe. But a change for the better. And the salespeople, male or female, I feel enjoy dealing with women more. Not because so many are very attractive, because they are a more educated car shopper having done their research.

Obedient husband said...

We're a one car family and we bought a car back in the spring. I gravitated toward the Subaru Outback, my wife very much liked the Ford Edge. It was pretty clear to the sales guy who was really making this decision, but I like it when she asserts herself. My wife loves our Ford.

BOB said...

MR Remond
Like i said in my comment at your last post, many gender roles have changed dramaticly over the past 30 years.But have done so in a way that most people really dont think of them and take them for granted.

Back in the 1970s if a wife had her own car, it was usually a station wagon to drive the kids around in. And in the 1970s,and 80s i never saw a woman driving with a male in the passenger seat.

In the past 5 years its become more and more common to see women driving with male passenges.On a Friday or Saturday night i often see "double dates" where the two women are riding up front and the husbands/boyfriends/dates are riding in the back

More and more cars seem to be designed to appeal to women.At first they seemed to be built to appeal to single women.But more and more they seem to be bought and driven by married women as well

The day after i read this post of yours i heard a hose outside.I figured it was the woman across the street washing her BMW[she keeps it spotless] But it actually was her husband cleaning it for her.

I think in the near future,more and more husbands not only will find themselves in the passenger seats of thier wife's car , but also find themselves washing her car as well

A lot of commenters to blogs like this claim that there can never be such a thing as an FLR/WLM.But thats because they probably tried to introduce thier wife to hard core S&M and were turned down.Many times they are blind to the many real life examples of FLR/WLM s that one sees every day in normal circumstances

Thats why i like your blog so much.Because you discuss the everyday ,normal, aspects of a Wife Led Marriage

Mark Remond said...

BOB - And I enjoy your comments for the same reason. Your survey of the gradual ascendancy of women and wives over the decades of our lives is very persuasive--and, of course, pleasing to those of us who are inclined to worship the wonderful opposite sex. Sometimes when we leave for a family outing, with or without kids, my wife will ask me if I want to drive. Otherwise, it is assumed that she will do so, just as she is the one who receives and pays the check at restaurants or makes purchases... or, for that matter, decides where and when we will go.

SometimesSpanked said...

Gawd, I'm loving your posts! :D

My Wife makes all the car decisions here. I DO wish my Dad had been more mechanical...would have improved my confidence. But it wouldn't make much of a difference.

As with you, She decided when and what type car we will get. Well, she did buy me one present (my Jeep) once, too. :) But she does all the haggling and shopping... I TRY to pretend I'm the "unimpressed husband" with dealer, trying to get us a better deal...kinda nonchalant, shall we say?

But it IS kinda humiliating when the sales people only talk to your wife, while you stand there... looking around, looking at your shoes... :)

Thanks for a great post, and all the research!

Mickey Doshi said...

My parents make sure that their own opinions are heard in the decisions they make. :) They always practice fair decision-making. And I think that women are into cars as much as men are. :)

Ivo Beutler said...

It's good that more women are now interested in cars. This changes the whole paradigm of car purchasing, as now women are also into choosing to buy and drive cars. You should be thankful your wife is mindful with whatever you are purchasing. :D

Anonymous said...

What a bunch of pussies!!!!

Mark Remond said...

Anonymous -- well, that's like calling the kettle black. We already knew we were black kettles, we already knew we were "whipped," and proudly so!

Anonymous said...

wow dude you're the world's biggest pussy. Worshipping your wife...phhh does she carry your balls in her purse?