I was listening to NPR the other day when famed author Kurt Vonnegut said he had made a poster addressing our countries attempts to help others and the poster read- Be like us! After 100 years let your slaves free-  After 150 years let your women vote!  Go Kurt!

Oh how sad it is that with the millions of women buying cars every year, there are just a virtual handful that are able to influence and affect this whole process.  I feel as if I am in a third world country and I can’t get the veil out of my mouth to be heard.

 Having stood in the trenches and sold cars for over ten years, I thought that writing a book to shed new light on car dealerships would be an invaluable asset for anyone who has ever sold a car or tried to buy one.  That by offering an easy and fun explanation of the whole auto sales process would ease the fear of the buying public and gain support from the powers that be in the auto world.  I tried to be in the middle of the road and less feminist in my verbiage so I wouldn’t offend the salesmen and offer my understanding of all parties.  I wrote articles with a positive perspective of salesmen and I told myself that things weren’t as bad as what women were saying- those women just didn’t understand.  And I kept marketing my book and my idea to Presidents and CEO’s of companies that have the power to change the way dealerships run; people who have the connections to make dealerships friendly places for women to work and do business.   Although I have received accolades I have been told that my story is just not what they are looking for.  They being the powers who determine what is important to the buying public right now.  In light of the failing American auto industry, what could be more important than dispelling the negative stereotype that plaques auto dealerships?   Paris Hilton’s dating dilemma? I drove onto a car lot last week to see about a job and the salesman literally stood in the middle of the driveway and held up his hand to stop me.  After I explained my purpose was employment and not a new car I was ushered into the showroom to meet the Sales Manager.  The SM was a really nice guy. He was excited about my qualifications, and he told me he was new as well.  I asked if he liked the owner and he reluctantly answered- Well, the owner is an ex-Marine so I guess it’s good that he is very strict and aggressive.  He keeps things in line.  I wanted to scream!  Is it really going to be 150 years before female energy has a strong influence over a product that is the second most valuable asset to our lives next to the home we live in?  Buying a car is like buying a tangible metaphor for safety, responsibility and freedom.  Freedom.  Really?  What country is this I live in?  Because sometimes I forget.  If Chile can have a woman President and female head of the Military, can’t we get women here to do something like hold a march and refuse to buy from an auto dealership that does not support women?   I think it wasn’t enough that I wrote a book to explain the whole sales process with philosophical anecdotes for a happy life. What I needed to do was first abandon my fiance at the altar, claim mental psychosis then blame it on my uncle’s fifth cousin’s drug addiction, after I stole one of Tom Cruise’s wedding invitations.  Now that stuff will get you a book deal.