Well, if every stand-up comedian I've ever seen is to be believed, men hate asking for directions. And in our modern age where there isn't a kindly old gas station attendant to ask for help, that means using a GPS unit or MapQuest. In every generation, men have possessed an unhealthy level of confidence when it comes to how to get from point A to point B. (Granted, we usually end up in point Z.)

It's pride, pure and simple. We like to be right. No one likes admitting that they're wrong, or that they need help. We feel it's part of our duty as men-- along with spider killing and jar opening-- to use our innate sense of direction to guide the lady folk to their destination. It goes back to being a caveman, and tracking animals to bring back to the cave. We know that it's a right, not a left, on Elm. We remember passing the Chuck E. Cheese on the way to that great Italian restaurant, so it must be this way. "It's just a little further" is our motto.

It's high time we put this foolishness to bed, fellas. It's 2010-- if you aren't using GPS or MapQuest or Google Maps in this day and age, you're an idiot. They have GPS on phones now. Pretty soon we'll all have a chip in our heads which tells us how to get to the nearest Starbucks. Most cars these days come with Tom Tom or whatever. You have to go out of your way to not use some sort of directional device.

Though, ladies aren't immune to this either. Stop being cocky, folks. We live in a world where satellites can guide our cars. It's not personalized jetpacks, but you have to admit it's pretty awesome. Let the machines do the work. It's only a matter of time before they arm the nuclear weapons and make us their slaves anyway.