So many people are ashamed of their relatives that if it weren't for the command performances of the winter holidays many might drift out of touch with them like old roommates or people who sign your yearbook. It is no better in the immediate family where kids are usually ashamed of their parents until their late teens and parents can be ashamed of their kids long after that.
Everyone knows that pets are part of the family but few want to admit spending $1,500 on Max's cruciate rupture or Jake's cataract surgery. Few also want to admit using a "poop patrol" service for their backyard or doggie day care. Nor does anyone want to admit the hygienic black hole known as sleeping with your pet, even though everyone does it. (The pet bird version is: letting a bird perch on your shoulder so long enough that the inevitable happens.)
While you're lucky to have a car at all and could be riding mass transit, car shame hits men especially hard. After all, few blame a woman if her car emits white smoke or the engine knocks. They blame her mechanic -- or the man in her life. No wonder men become veritable Martha Stewarts about their cars -- not just the body but its interior. The same man who has never wiped a counter in his own house will vacuum the seats, wash the floor mats, Windex the windows and refresh the air. And don't even think of leaving dirty fingerprints....