A Female Uber Driver, Please

 

I just watched an interesting commercial where a young woman just gets off a bus and seems terrified as she looks around her environment. She then looks down on her phone and requests an Uber- and a woman driver, only. 

She only feels safe after a she's inside the car and the Uber driver seems to understand her reasoning for wanting a woman. They knowingly smile and nod. 

That certainly says a lot about our society, doesn't it? Women don't feel safe around men. I haven't had a bad experience with a Uber driver. I haven't used them that often and when I have I've been with someone. I do remember at least half a dozen times when hailing down a taxi in Chicago getting a male driver who sometimes flirted, one creep even followed me into the train station, so I understand her hesitation in getting in a car late at night with a man. 

But why the fuck is it on us to find ways to protect ourselves from men? Why?

Honestly, if I ever have to use Uber and I'm alone, I'm going to choose a woman, just like I prefer a female doctor. (Woman issue alert!) When I had to have a cyst removed from an ovary, I specifically asked for a female surgeon. Unfortunately, they were booked up for six months. Seems a lot of women preferred a woman to operate on their female bits. So, I had to accept a male gynecologist/surgeon. I have never trusted a male gynecologist and I'm pretty certain I'm not alone in thinking this way.

(More women alert stuff!) As I lay on the table, legs spread and feeling so vulnerable, he's down there looking at my vagina and says, "You're having sex, aren't you?"

The truth, I haven't had coitus in quite awhile. As he has his hand on his chin, still looking at my vagina, I tell him, no, I'm not, where he goes, "Hmmm." 

Jesus wept, I'm there to get parts removed, can you fucking stay focused!?

Never, ever again, although I received a notice Mr. Doctor man has gone back to England. Yeah, good riddance. 

When I was using Instacart I groaned when I learned a Bob or a Jim was doing the shopping. They never, ever asked me questions. If they couldn't find a product, too bad. They picked the rottenest produce and shoved the bread in with a container of laundry detergent.

There are car dealerships who hire women to make a buyer feel at ease and expect honesty.

It's a sad commentary on our society. We must find ways to protect ourselves from potential harm and one company realizes that, and wants you to know, they've got your back. Now, if only they could find a way to not hire creeps.