For the most part, I parked myself at the Tallahassee Avenue Lifeguard station in front of the Plaza and Berkley Condominiums, a few blocks from Ventnor. The lifeguards were two females. I have misogynist tendencies, but I trusted female lifeguards to do a decent job of rescue in case I found myself in need of rescue while swimming in the surf.
On Monday afternoon August 16, at about 5:00 PM -- the lifeguards get off duty at 6:00 PM -- the two female lifeguards started a game of toss-the-pebble-in-the-lifeguard-boat with two young boys. I was surprised by their behavior. I didn't think it was appropriate behavior for lifeguards to play games with beachgoers. I thought they should have had their eyes on swimmers in the ocean at all times. The memory of that event lingered.
The next day I decided to park myself at the lifeguard station down the road, near Ventor. The station was manned by two male lifeguards. Call it sexist or gay, but I would rather entrust my life to David Hasselhoff than to Pamela Anderson. As it turned out, I was glad that I had made that decision. On Thursday, August 19, at my alternative beach hangout, I was witness to an entertaining incident.
Yes, women make excellent federal judges, attorneys general, and secretaries of state -- but while I'm on the beach, I prefer to be watched over by male lifeguards. Is that so wrong?