Oil

I doubt if there is a man in America who doesn't bow down to the god of frequent oil changes. If your guy isn't constantly inquiring about the age of the oil in your car, get his testosterone checked!

Getting my car's oil changed every 3 weeks is not on the top of my to do list. For that matter I easily could go for three months and never even think about the condition of the oil in my vehicle.

Guys apparently experience real empathy for mistreated cars. The sound of the car's tortured parts scraping together sans oil must reverberate in their heads. Perhaps their feeling is akin to my sympathy for our coffeemaker after a family member accidentally boiled all the water out, effectively gluing the enamel pot to the stove.

I don't want to be a traitor to my fellow oil-challenged women friends, but I know in my heart the guys are probably right. Cars do need oil. It's hard to refute empirical evidence; my husband's Ford Probe ran for 276,000 trouble-free miles. Naturally, he attributed this longevity to those frequent oil changes.

Nevertheless, the last time I treated my car to oil was a dismal experience. The workers sold the poor woman ahead of me so many filters and "safety checks" that her oil change cost over $100. Here she was, being good, and she gets totally scammed. It's enough to make a woman change her own oil.