You see, studies consistently prove that women have greater aerobic endurance and pain tolerance than men. So, a lone traveling man is highly likely to abandon the trek prematurely and whine about his boo-boos (which he will only treat with orally-administered alcohol). However, when the curves on the trail include his hiking companion, a man will push himself past many roadside bars and a couple minor strokes, until the lady suggests a civilized pause. Then, our testosterone-laden gorilla will catch his breath and belt out, "What? A break already? I was just gettin' warmed up!"
Plus, journeys often throw up situations where a guy can use his genetic strength advantage to do some good. Chivalry is no more a social construct than the fact that women do most of the breast feeding on the planet. Men have a sacred duty to place their muscles between any nearby woman and any physical threat for primal moral reasons. Nature affirms gender equality but rejects gender uniformity. Most of the men on the real Titanic did their duty without hesitation, helping women and children onto the few lifeboats, then awaiting their icy destiny with honor and dignity.
Suddenly, a tree that held up the "safe spot" she was crouching on gave way and began sliding into oblivion. Her stuck hesitation turned to frozen hysteria. She was clearly losing it, but two seconds would determine her fate. I somehow found an inner drill sargeant I didn't know existed. By hollering a rude order to "Shut up and jump ... right ... NOW!" I shocked her into leaping - more out of anger at me than self preservation.
Women are what keep this planet from being a cold gray machine, where men go through the drudgery of efficiency, spending weekends in tattered untied bathrobes, piling up their gold coins on the coffee table, drinking whiskey from the bottle, snarling at their dogs and playing with loaded revolvers. For all the beauty in the world, thank God and women. I'm privileged to accompany the chique travelers/writers in this forthcoming anthology. Hopefully, they won't be traumatized by my presence, even if I sometimes gawk and drool. (I'm mostly harmless and occasionally helpful.) I urge readers to buy this new work, both for cool travel writing and as a tribute to those chique chiques who make life worth living.