I’m going to write a review of a new book I just read. I liked the book. My review on Amazon makes it sound like I didn’t like the book, though I made sure to reiterate several times that I did, in fact, like the book. Some of what I *didn’t* like about the book are “man things,” I think.
This is where I will alienate all four of my man readers. Sorry guys. But, really, ask yourself, how often do you actually stop and ask for directions? Never? Yeah? Well, that’s why the gals always bring that up as “man behavior.” Because it is. Directions? To a new and complicated piece of power equipment? WHO NEEDS TO READ DIRECTIONS? NOT ME, I’LL JUST CUT OFF MY FINGER.
Ok, maybe you’re not that extreme, but I SWEAR TO GOD, I have more than one example of that, in action. One example involved an 8 month old baby, a day at the beach, and a brand-new tent. Ahem.
Someone needs to write a Women’s Surf Memoir
Maybe someday, I’ll have time for that and somebody might be interested. In the last year, since I’ve become fanatically obsessed with surfing (well, I’ve always kind of been obsessed, but I finally acted on my obsession), I’ve read about 8 surf memoirs: Saltwater Buddah, Surf is Where You Find It, Kook, and so on. (I forget-I need to start a “surf books shelf” like my “garden books shelf.”) They were all written by men. And they all re-hash the following old-as-time and annoying-as-crap male tendencies:
- Don’t ask for directions. Don’t try to learn. Just do. And possibly break your neck while doing this.
- Completely ignore social conventions and then wonder why you almost got socked in the jaw.
- Have a midlife crises.
- Go on a long road trip during said crises.
- Completely ignore everything and everyone around you.
- Talk about the mysticalness of the ocean.
- Claim that anything other than stoicism in the lineup is “kookish” or “wimpy” behavior.
- Repeat, endlessly, that when you can’t stand up, or you fall off your board before getting a good ride, that the time was wasted.
- Comment on hot chicks in bikinis.
How Women Surfers are different than Man Surfers
This is not a scientific research study. In fact, this list is gleaned from my time in the water over the last year with Nancy and Tracy, and their other students, and their surfing gal-pals.
- Women will hoot and holler for each other when we catch a wave and not feel self-conscious about it.
- Women do not ask each other what size baggies we wear. Nor do we talk about what size swimsuit we wear. (Thank GOD because I’m still kind of fat.)
- Women are not afraid to scream if we purl, or get chomped on the foot by something, or see a shark.
- Women will keep track of each other in the lineup–in a friendly, making sure we don’t drown way.
- Women will call each other to go out surfing. Plan a time to meet. Chat, eat breakfast together, and generally be social.
- Women will encourage each other to catch waves, and will work around each other if we both happen to catch the same wave.
- Women do not usually have a reason to punch each other square in the jaw over a wave.
Now, maybe these observations are because I rarely surf in a lineup of 50 surfers. And, I’ve run into some pretty nice surfer guys in my first year of surfing. Gents who did not laugh when I fell right off my board trying to sit up on it in the lineup. Gents who helped me learn how to catch waves. Mostly, these gents were older than me. Somewhere between 20-30 years older. They have had years of experience. They don’t just abstractly KNOW, but they really UNDERSTAND, that there’s ALWAYS another wave. Plenty to go around.
So this book I just read, well, the author might have been in his 40′s, but maturity-wise, he was about 25. More on that later.
I’m grouchy tonight. I know it. Just, DANG IT: there are some ladies that really know how to shred it, and they’re nice, to boot. I wish they got more ATTENTION.


Between Hurricane surf, rainy weather, mush waves and a funeral, I’ve had some time on my hands to read. I picked up three surf books, natch. My favorite, by far, was 