This is just a response to another post, but I'm gonna segue it into a new post.

God, I deal with Los Angeles traffic a few times a week on my way to school and it takes all the strength I have within me to not lose my shit while driving in that shit. I'm normally a really mellow, easy going guy but LA traffic tends to bring out the worst in me. I don't do anything stupid or needlessly fight back and feed the ham beasts, but it just causes me severe agony. The shit drivers in LA are, I'd say divided into 2/10ths Assholes driving beamers, 1/10 dip shit kids in riced hondas and 7/10 fucking inept females. I swear to god, there is hardly a more inept, deadly, overconfident liability behind the wheel than the majority of female drivers. If they aren't constantly running into shit, they get a sense of power and authority or a means of insulation from consequences that is their four wheeled death box. An angry woman in control of a vehicle thinks she's invincible and immune from all laws and consequences. I'm tired of the overly angry women and entitled female drivers I regularly encounter in LA traffic. I'm tired of all the overreactions from female drivers as well as the nearly always thankless response you receive from showing some courtesy in traffic. You let them in from an intersection or over when they signal in heavy traffic etc. and you 9/10 will get no response for your courtesy. No eye contact. No mouthed thank you. No Courtesy wave. Nothing. I at least get a thank you wave 9/10 times with male drivers. Of course if you so much as look at them wrong or inconvenience them in the slightest, its a flurry of middle fingers and profanity, and maybe she'll sick a hoard of dumb ass cucks onto you in her defense. This actually happened the other day. I was no shit stuck in traffic in Santa Barbara and some female in the left lane rolled into my line of sight as I stared 1000 yards into the distance in sheer boredom. I see a human silhouette going ape shit and as soon as I focused my eyes on her, she's almost out of her seat, flipping me off and screaming because she thinks I'm checking her out. The sense of entitlement and presumed grandiosity with these SoCal bitches is unfuckingreal.