My problem with women drivers is that they rarely give way and allow a car to slip in front of them.

I often do this, except when the person behind me is flashing his lights, leaning on the horn, nudging my bumper, flipping me off, head out the window, spewing profanities. In that case, I hold him back for a bit, then let him pass and pray that he’ll be somewhere behind or just even with me at the next light. Better yet, that I’ll whizz past him while he’s pulled off the side with a cop car behind him. 

Hairdressers in France and UK charge 3 times for women than for men. They still get away with it.

Smarter women go to gentlemen's hairdressers on slow days and save a small on haircuts

I save even more by cutting my own hair. I wear a simple bob with bangs. I cut it when wet and let it air dry into its natural waves. 
A hairdresser is needed only a few times a year, and then, yes, there’s a barbershop where I get my hair trimmed professionally for $7.99, and an “old lady” salon the first Tuesday of the month gives senior discounts. I can get a shampoo, conditioning treatment, scalp massage, rainwater rinse, cut, and blow dry for $10. I’m planning to splurge next week and get this for the extra $2.00. I skip the blow dry, however. They damage my hair, dry out my scalp, and lead to split ends. My hair turns out nicer in the open air or with air vent open in the car. 
The barber shop charges the same for men and women for the basic cut. The old lady salon doesn’t say for women only, but you never see men there, just women, mostly 40’s on up. They don’t offer make services like shaves, beard and mustache, sideburns, etc. The barbershop does offer guy services and the basics for male and female alike, plus kids. My Dad went there nearly all his life because he always wore a military crew cut. The original proprietor had cut hair in the Navy. His son took over after he retired. The son was killed by a drunk driver who slammed into him while he was mowing his lawn. The business was taken over by his wife for a short time, and is now run by a grandson. 

One of my husbands favorite sayings- “Woman drivers, no survivors.” 

This is either WWCS or another soy boy sobbing in his lite beer because he's still an Incel which of course is the fault of all women.

There was one girl in the class who was a disaster on wheels. This was before seatbelt laws went into effect. When she got behind the wheel, everyone put on their seatbelts! The teacher required those in the front to wear seatbelts, but he merely encouraged it for those in the back. At different times we shot across an intersection onto the sidewalk, stopping with a jolt about a foot from the plate glass window of a laundromat. Once we ended up driving on the grass of a sod farm. She blew through red lights, stopped at green, stalled out the engine—-how was this possible in an automatic transmission? She hit a mailbox, drove up on a curb, panicked and skidded across the road because a squirrel ran into the street. The teacher did not allow her to practice parallel parking on a real vehicle, just using the lines and some orange cones in the school parking lot.  Once, she was driving in a housing development where there was a wheeled cart containing three galvanized metal trash cans awaiting pick up. There were curbs, sidewalks, and plenty of space in front and behind the cart, a perfect place for her to practice parallel parking. She backed right into the cart, broke the taillight, and sent the cart rolling down a hill. It hit the speed bump and toppled onto its side, spilling out the trash. Some woman came out of a house yelling at us and the teacher. He made everyone go pick up the trash, replace the lids, and push the cart back up to its original location. The girl did very little of the work. She mostly stood watching, saying, “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t see it. Sorry.” Only one other kid got to drive before we had to return to school. She failed her road test five times, a nearly impossible feat, and still didn’t have her license when we graduated. I hope she married some rich guy who hired a chauffeur or she moved to the city where you can live quite easily without a car.
Perhaps the writer of the parody is her husband!

Exactly! The song is funny because it pokes fun about woman drivers like her everywhere. It's not every woman, but it's a funny trope.

Did someone say women have no sense of humor?
Wanna come for a drive with me?   🚗 

Again, I wouldn't have thought they could do something such as this.

Also note that it works to women's advantage.  Just saying...

Now that it appears the insurance stats prove that the OP's accusation is wrong (that women aren't the worst drivers overall), you've now decided to point out that the insurance rates work to women's advantage.