
The large majority of single-sex adventure trips are geared towards women, a fact that gets under the skin of some male readers. Recently, I've begun receiving e-mail info from a company that promotes adventure trips by breaking them into categories such as "deal of the week," "family adventures," "women only" and, interestingly, "men's interest." Not "men only," but men's "interest."
I hoped, finally, I could point men toward trips geared specifically for them. Sad to say, the promotions are more a marketing conceit than anything else.
For instance, one listing promotes Bar Harbor, Maine, as "Adventure Central." So why is that "men's interest?" The release says, "Outfitters and vendors in the town of 4,820 year round residents offer
sea kayaking instruction, mountain bike touring, a mountain climbing
school, sailing adventures, birding expeditions, even motorcycle trips
spanning the park."
I, too, like the sound of kayaking, biking, mountain climbing and sailing. Is it the motorcycle trips that make it "men's interest?" Hm.
One promotion that made me smile, though, was the suggestion that men go to 4UR Ranch in Creede, Colorado. The ranch has seven miles of private stream that will "stun even the most devout fly fishing enthusiasts."
Fishing reminded me of "Defending the Caveman," a hilarious show about differences between the sexes. One riff is about how men don't bond by talking, as women do, but that fishing might bring them together. Says the "caveman" in his monologue:
"Men don't bond through conversation. Oh, we'll have one. We just don't bond that way. You know how men bond? It's just a lot of 'hanging out.' That's why men invent things like fishing.
"What is fishing? It's the barest excuse of an activity. It's the smallest goal you can possibly have. You've got a string in the water–something could happen.
"But–you gotta have that. You can't say to another guy, 'Hey Chuck. Wanna just go sit together by a lake?' Of course Chuck wouldn't want to go! You say, 'Come on, we'll go fishin.' And then, you can sit together all day long."
What's even funnier about the email promotion of the fishing retreat for men is that in another email, the same ranch is promoted as a "women's only fly fishing retreat" during one special week.
The description of the very same ranch then morphs to include a spa, massages, yoga, a "friendly and attentive staff" and the camaraderie of other women anglers. The "private stream" turns into a "lovely private trout stream." Ha! I guess men don't call streams "lovely."
Still, back to the "men's interest," if a guy who liked to fish were to book himself a solo trip to stay at the ranch, he might very well end up out by the stream with "Chuck" or some other guy who he meets there. And then they could bond, maybe, without having to speak much at all.
Try as I might to find solo trips geared to men, I still haven't had much luck. Sorry guys. Not that there's anything wrong with mixing with women…
As consolation, I'll leave you laughing (I hope) with one more monologue from Defending the Caveman. Here he talks about conversations women have that men just wouldn't engage in:
"It’s like
when I got on this talk show," the caveman says. "Here’s a great example of the difference
in details. I got that show and I told Erin (his wife), she went, 'Ah, that’s great. What are you gonna wear?'
To me, that was an awful question. All I could think is, if I said that to a friend of mine, I’d be making fun of him. 'Oh really? What are you gonna wear?'
But
now I realize from watching her and her friends, to another woman, that’s
a fine thing to ask. She was trying to ask me a question another woman
would love. I watch ‘em. They ask each other that kinda stuff all the
time—they LIKE it! Someone’s going somewhere–
I’m going to a wedding.
What are you gonna wear?
Well… I’m gonna wear my silk top.
Really, the turquoise?
Well, it’s more of a teal, really.
Are you gonna wear the heels?
Of course, the heels go with the top.
How about the belt?'
The belt goes with the heels—belt—purse—hair—shoes.
The more details they get, the happier they get.
She’s giving me details. She’s my friend! My husband gives me no details.
He’s a d*ck.
We don’t mean to be d*cks, we just don’t have the details. She thinks I have ‘em, but I won’t give ‘em to her.
Give me some details!
No! The other men would get mad at me!
And just because we don't have details doesn't mean we didn't have a good time. Because you know what?
I think men’s relationships are really underrated. Cause we judge men’s relationships based on women’s standards.
See,
Erin looks at my relationships with my guy friends—she doesn’t think
they’re any big deal. Cause she doesn’t see us doing the same things
she does with her friends.
Doesn’t
see us having really involved conversations, or exchanging a lot of
obvious emotional stuff—so she assumes we’re miserable creatures.
But I think there’s something really cool about how guys can just… sit together.
It’s beyond words. There
is something you get in that silence that’s very hard to explain. I’ve
sat with a guy for a whole day, and the only conversation went like
this:
Anything bitin’?
Why don’t you get me a beer?
(Other guy:) Get it yourself, d*ckhead.
Hey, I bought the beer.
(Other guy:) Hey, I got it out of the car.
It’s my F*CKING CAR!
(Other guy:) Yeah, how come you’re still driving that piece of shit?
I come home.
(Wife🙂 What did you guys talk about?
How do you explain the beauty?"
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