accidental feminist

I just came back from a family vacation to the Wisconsin Dells, and by far my favorite attraction was the FlowRider (TM) at the Kalahari Resort (TM). First of all, I’d like to note that I totally rocked that thing. I mean, I may not have actually gotten on my feet, but I’m sure I would have, given a little more practice.

But secondly, I would like to observe that, sadly, I was the only “adult” (over high-school age) woman who went on the ride in the half hour I was waiting in line. That’s a sample of about 40 people. There were more three year olds who had to go on with the assistance of a lifeguard (two, to be exact, one of which was my brave little one Bassie), than able-bodied woman willing to “ride the wave.”

Why, I ask?
Was it that they were looking after their children? Isn’t that what husbands are for?
Was it that they feared the embarassment of wiping out? Isn’t that what self-esteem is for?

So, overall: rousing success for yours truly, sad defeat for the post-modern woman.

But don’t take it from me…