I've got two Caddys --  an old '91.  The other a 2004.

The old one is dear to my heart.  When I was without a pickup, I've loaded cattle feed in the trunk and braved the snow-packed pastures to feed the hungry herd.  Taken injured dogs to the vet on the leather-covered seats, pulled a trailer full of calves to the sale barn, then cleaned her up and squired the clients around with no one the wiser.  She's tough and beautiful.  What a comination!

The 2004 is a wus.  Will run only on the most expensive premium gasoline.  Temperamental to the point of being silly, she must be housed in the garage in order to start on cold days.  Ongoing problems with the computer system.  She's a car that should never be taken off the pavement......I feel ripped.  She's now sitting in the driveway of the office with a "For Sale" sign in the window, and she's so pretty that I'm sure she can sell herself within a few days.

These two cars remind me of women. There are those of us who think we can do anything and those who are "high maintenance". 

I have woman friends who think I'm on the wrong track by tackling jobs such as plumbing or working cattle.  Some men are intimidated, some fascinated.

These same woman friends prefer to be "helpless females", although they could do anything they put their minds to, if they tried.  They wouldn't mow the lawn if their lives depended upon it, and a stopped-up drain puts them innto a tizzy.  Some men are fascinated, some incredulous. 

It takes all kinds. 

The funny thing is, when smart women are polished up and "puttin' on the dog", you can't tell one of these kinds of female from another.