Seat-belts are designed to keep one from exiting the car face-first in the event of an accident. I get that. I just have one small problem. Me. I’m 5 foot not-very much (about 1,5 metres if you want to be metric) and I’m female. No matter how much I adjust the seat, the seat-belt and anything else adjustable, five minutes into the journey I have the belt up under my armpit. Uncomfortable, distracting and I have the horrible feeling that I am more likely to be decapitated than saved in the case of an accident.
If I’m in the passenger seat, I can at least hook a thumb under the belt and stop it tightening up. When I’m driving, not so much. Try to loosen the belt a little, and it locks – keeping you safe, you understand. You have to pull it very gently – not easy when steering, changing gears and watching for traffic. Get it to ease a little and before you know it the belt is gradually tightening again. Back to square one.
Seat-belts – like so much in the world – have been designed by men for man-height, man-shaped… other men.