You're probably right, Mary - it's just your macho husband.

On my beach, I find it virtually impossible to actually set up or break down without one of myfellow sailors, god-bless-'em, coming over to help out. Even when experimenting with a new aproach to rigging it up solo, I end up getting help 'cause who wants to be rude and say, no thanks?

The beach has a 2 foot lip of seaweed, and every time a cat comes ashore, 2-4 guys trot over to haul it up.

This season, I spent a couple hours at the home of one of the guys, installing a gin pole onto my trailor. Most of us have them, now, and not for any lack of manliness. You can rig solo; (yes I figured out how to do this without a gin pole, but it's inelegant) and standing on the tramp, shouldering a mast just seems like too much abuse for boat, tramp, and potentially, 'nads if you go through the tramp. Plus they're cool innovations; one 4 foot pole hinged where front crossbeam meets trailer, no extra wires, use the forward traps as guy-lines, up you go. You can get the rig tension right without going to the sidestay each time. Et cetera.

And you're right about (at least) one other thing, Mary. You hear "Hey Bob, want a hand with that?" about a thousand times more often than you hear, "Hey Wally, gimme a hand, willya?"