Man. This thread has engendered in this liberal more sympathy for conservatives than anything else in recent memory. Just sayin’.
There have been a number of articles in recent years about non-political differences between people that align with their political beliefs. Conservatives like classical, realistic art and harmonious music; liberals favor modern, abstract art and music with some dissonance. Conservatives have a stronger startle reflex when they see a spider, and a stronger disgust reaction to rotting food or feces. Conservatives do better on tests that rely on repetition or pattern recognition, while liberals do better at adapting to changing rules. Conservatives prefer to carry out traditions with minimal necessary alterations over time; liberals enjoy innovating for the sake of it. I devour these stories, with an appropriate quantity of salt, partly because human psychology and sociology interest me generally. But part of the reason they fascinate me in particular is that, although I’m so far to the left I can’t even see the center except on a clear day, by these metrics I ought to be a conservative.
I considered a hybrid when I needed to replace my car a few years ago (a Tesla wasn’t an option for me then.) I wanted to do the environmentally responsible thing, but I had some concerns. I drive my cars into the ground, which is generally a more eco-friendly choice than constantly buying the latest, greenest technology; I had concerns about the longevity and disposal of the battery in a hybrid. I also had safety concerns about the battery integrity in the event of a crash. And I worried that there might be other concerns I hadn’t even thought of. I did some research, which didn’t really allay my concerns. I ended up going with an efficient traditional gasoline-powered engine (my 22-year-old car really needed to be replaced ASAP), with the intention of continuing to assess the options for next time.
My mom got a Tesla some months ago. Overall, it’s very cool. But there have been some unexpected things about it that have somewhat validated my “what about the things I didn’t think about?” concerns. For example, taking your foot off the gas slows the car in a way that’s more like putting your foot on the brake, but it doesn’t turn on the brake lights unless it’s really abrupt. Tailgaters didn’t bother me that much before, but they freak me the fuck out when I’m driving that car. Also, you’re not supposed to charge the battery all the way unless you’re going to use it all in one trip, which means you have to plan ahead with your overnight charging at home. Most of the time, that’s a minor inconvenience at worst, but there may be scenarios where it could actually be bad. Also, despite the cost savings, I don’t consider it an improvement across the board when it comes to road trips. We all live in southern California, and visit family in northern California every Thanksgiving. In any of our gas-powered cars, you can easily make the trip with only one stop for gas along the way. When we made the trip in her Tesla, we had to stop three times to recharge. And each stop took about half an hour, compared to the 5 minutes it takes to get gas–and that’s after we got into a charging space, which we didn’t right away. (I was born too late for the gas crisis in the 70s; I can’t remember ever waiting more than 5 minutes for a pump to open up.) Those stops turned a normally 7-hour drive into a 9-hour trip, which left me a lot more tired on the last leg–as in, struggling to stay alert. Not ideal. The last charging station we stopped at was under construction, so we were parked in a dark, dirt lot next to some porta-potties. I was glad I wasn’t traveling alone, honestly. Every freeway off-ramp along that route has at least 3 gas stations to choose from, but we couldn’t be quite so choosy about our charging stations. At that same stop, there was some kind of glitch where the car wouldn’t charge at first. We resolved it without fully figuring it out, much like 99% of the technical difficulties I experience (reboot and it goes away! For now!) But it left me a bit uneasy. If I had to evacuate for a hurricane or tsunami warning, or flee an abusive partner in the middle of the night, or cross state lines for a medical procedure and get back before my next shift so I don’t get fired and and end up homeless, I think I’d rather do it in my dinosaur-burning Mazda. And yes, I realize those things are less likely to happen to me than the existential catastrophe that awaits us if we don’t do more to combat climate change. But that understanding doesn’t just vaporize my fears of making myself vulnerable to risks I don’t fully understand.
It seems to me that so much of the conservative mindset is really about fear. And zooming way out, it’s not such a bad thing to have some people in a society who are a little afraid of change, a little reluctant to throw out the old, even when the old comes with significant problems. We can’t dig in our heels forever and refuse all change. But we also shouldn’t charge blindly ahead without planning for the consequences of those changes. I’m glad there are people braver than me, who will up and buy an electric car without agonizing over every possible what-if. I look to them to assuage my fears, so I can jump on the electric bandwagon later. If nothing else, I’m living proof that scaredy-cats can be persuaded to embrace a radically different world than the one we’re used to. But like my fellow spider-haters, I’ll probably get there faster if people engage with my concerns seriously, instead of dismissing me as a reactionary moron.