My ex wanted to drive my son to take his SAT, so I said OK. She showed up at my house and launched into a rage about how he was dressed and insisted he go change. She was screaming at him as they left the house. Needless to say, he did a lot better the next year when I quietly drove him. That woman was all about appearances over substance.
Fortunately, she's long gone, somewhere, I know not where, and my kids don't know either.