My intent is NOT to pick on Rosalie because, in many ways, she's a loyal and
remarkable woman. But, my intent is to simply point out how women and
sailing don't mix. It really is too bad that this is so often the case. Is
it any wonder that real men are so often found plying the oceans of the
world lone handing?

Wilbur Hubbard

As usual Wilbur tgets it wrong again.

Women have been sailing on boats since boats were invented. Both
trading and whaling ships sailing out of New England frequently
carried the Captain's wife along. There were women sailing (albeit in
the guise of men) on Royal Navy ships during the Napoleonic wars.
Obviously the very early exploration voyages of the Pacific Island
natives must have carried women ... how else did they colonize the
newly discovered Islands? The Maori settlers in New Zealand brought
their wives. Eskimo women even have their own type of boats. If you
visit Europe and have a look at the channel barges you will find that
many have husband-wife crews.

It is possible to go on and on but why? The intelligent reader
understands while the fool will never learns.

One wonders about the vehemence with which Wilbur writes about women,
witness his tirades about Peggy, one of the most knowledgable people
posting about boat waste disposal, or his declamation above. It makes
one wonder where this antagonism comes from?

However, if one considers the lemon yellow toy boat with the mauve
interior and couples it with the obvious apathy toward women that
Wilbur so frequently evidences one can imagine at least one scenario.

As Rolf Harris, the Australian song writer and entertainer has it:

He's might like a rose,
He wears his sister's clothes,
We don't know what to call him, but,
We think he is one of those.




A fool who knows his foolishness is wise
at least to that extent, but a fool who
thinks himself wise is a fool indeed.