What pro women skiers go through.
Written: Dec 03 '99
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Pros: empowering to be a women atheltes these days
Cons: confusing to be a woman athlete too.
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"So, what do you do for a living?" the friendly, young mother of two next to me asks. We're sitting together on a plane to Vancouver, and I hesitate. Should I tell her? It's the coolest job in the world, but an overt brag.
Ah hell. "I'm a professional stunt skier" I say with pride, then add with a puffy chest "on my way to Canada to film a movie."
"Oh" her eyes brighten, "What kind of movie?"
I open my mouth to tell her "It's an all-women flick", but quickly snap it shut. An alarming thought hits me, I'm embarrassed because this trip involves an all-woman project. Actually, my heart jerks, I'm embarrassed to be a woman athlete period. Rather than consider us heroes, I believe the world will still think "Here are the best female skiers and snowboarders in the world almost killing themselves trying to perform like men, but expect a lot of girly squeals and flamboyant crashes". How nauseating.
So I lie. Putting on my best tough-girl voice, I say "It's a snow cult video about the best free-riding male skiers and snowboarders in the world, I'm the only woman involved", which is my usual job, then quickly ask to see photos of her kids.
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This story is about a hard-core woman athlete finally coming to grips with being female. After refusing this lesson for ten years, it's about time I got spanked out of my ignorance.
The extreme sports world I live in is quite demented. Those athletes who hang their necks out the farthest and still manage to come home alive or uninjured day after day, get the most sponsorship money, film jobs, and publicity. It's a completely gender-free game, women play hard too, although the numbers are lacking. In skiing and snowboarding, for every 30 guys willing to ski steep you-fall-you-die descents or jump 50 foot cliffs daily, there's only one woman. The international snow scene has perhaps a dozen truly significant female athletes, and another hundred hoping to make it to the same level. These women rarely judge their skill or look for acceptance amongst each other, but rather from their male peers and role models.
I'm one of them, and I ski with men. I've struggled my whole life to thrown flips or tear through steep trees at breakneck speed, because that's what it takes to ski like a man, to satiate my own internal drive, and to be taken seriously. In order to survive these rushes, we need something to make us feel powerful and manly. Julie, a pro snowboarder, chews tobacco. Darian swears like a truck driver. I've never worn makeup and feel ready to kick some redneck ass should the opportunity arise.
So why make some pansy women's movie? It goes against anything I've ever worked for. And I know it won't measure up to the crazy men's movies, it'll be boring and we'll all look like fools. There just aren't enough women willing to go big yet.
Fortunately though, an industry friend pressured me into it. "It'll be good for your career outside of the ski world" he argued.
So I flew to Canada to meet director Christian Begin and two worthy "colleagues" for a glamorous one week heli trip and stay at the Delta Suites Hotel in Whistler, complaining and embarrassed all the way.
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Wendy Fisher and Alison Gannet are top shelf pro skiers, but they don't chew tobacco, fart out loud OR scratch their balls. Standing above our first couloir ready to shoot, I ask with concern "Are you guys psyched to be here?"
Alison practically explodes. "This is gonna be GREAT! I'm so sick of getting one minute in the men's movies, and only because they need a token girl. Finally WE get to be the stars and not the side show".
Wendy was tired of being the only girl on a string of all-men's road trips. "I see what the guys are doing and want to be there. But it's by watching the other women and seeing what they can do that pushes me the most". "Plus" she adds quietly, "we miss out on a lot of cool stuff if we don't hang out with other girls".
Stuff? Huh. Like shopping, talking about sex, or allowing ourselves to complain about the cold I guess. Wendy is sweet and girlish in a shy, childlike way. Alison skis in lipstick and a pink flowered hat. She loves to dress sexy and has a beautiful ornamental tattoo swirling down one side of her torso. Their female energy was infectious, but I couldn't relate to Wendy's woman power theory. Far too often, women athletes still act scared and wimpy.
Three, two, one… comes over the radio, GO! Wendy pushes off and rockets into a steep, skinny chute, destroying it in less than 5 turns at over 50 miles per hour. Not bad…for a girl. I can hear Christian at the bottom yelling at Wendy "Dat was amazing!" over and over in his thick French Canadian accent.
He is making this movie "because de woman are ripping so 'ard now, and I want to give dem the spotlight togedeur as a family."
But how hard are we ripping, really? Our world has always been unisex, so it's confusing to form any solid opinions. Plus the media doesn't have a clue what questions to ask women who take risks ("So, uhm, do you have a boyfriend?"). Warren Miller ski movies still feature pretty girls with long flowing hair and expensive one piece suits skiing in slow motion on mellow groomed runs. And some horribly naïve weekend-warrior men still believe they can out-ski the pro women.
One thing's for sure, Wendy tore that line apart, as good as any top pro man. But it wasn't death defying and the shot won't take an audience's breath away. Nor is the couloir I plan to ski all that exciting, unless I tuck the whole thing and practically kill myself, that'll get a few "wow's." I take a deep breath. We crave respect. What's it gonna take to blow apart some old stereotypes?
I was never athletic as a child. My parents, my male peers, and sure as hell not society, nobody ever encouraged me. Yet my whole adult life has been about taking huge risks and sticking my neck out farther and farther to achieve an almost unattainable goal; to prove that women can ski or jump the wild lines as fast and hard as the men. But they've been doing sports for thousands of years. We've been at it for maybe 25 years. And what do I have to show for my obsession? Many terrifying moments where I thought this is it, I'm dead, six knee surgeries, hundreds of potential sponsors saying no, a lot of self criticism, some really mind boggling experiences and one hell of a resilient ego.
And now it all comes down to this moment. Here we are, representing the new breed of hot women athlete. If we flail, evolution might come screaming to halt right here, right now. Groan. What if I cartwheel the whole length of this couloir?
Screw that. Okay world, open your eyes. I'm kicking ass here. Title 9 is force-fed crap, all we need is passion and drive. I refuse to devote my precious life to how my butt looks in these pants, or obtaining dewy soft skin or buying big hair bows. How utterly boring. This is my self-expression. This is my burn.
Three, two, one…GO.
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What a crazy week. In that first chute, on my third turn all the snow tumbled away and I was stranded, having to pick down an exposed 50 degree slope of jagged rock. The last day I maytagged violently in an avalanche for 500 feet.
Jumping a 40 foots cliff feels like hovering above razor blades with your fingers on control, alt and whoa! almost delete, then swooshing away in the powder completely unharmed. Or skiing waaay too fast, feeling about to explode at any second; that's better than all the chicken soup in mama's kitchen. The danger of a film job is precious, I want more. So I agree to another heli week at the scrumptious Alyeska Prince Hotel in Alaska, this time with fellow star-let Kim Reichelm.
For ten years Kim and I have been competitors in the same industry, but we've never skied together. Imagine Martina and Monica not once swinging rackets in the same pit. Kinda weird.
Nor had we talked much. Kim runs women-only ski clinics and devotes her career to helping women overcome fear and believe in their dreams. She considers "you ski well, for a girl," a compliment. Obviously, our fingernails run down completely different chalkboards.
The snow falls too hard this week to film, so instead we bond. One night while eating dinner together at a town bar and watching Tommy Moe bend over a pool table in his tight long underwear, I cautiously approach my concerns; "Are you excited to be in this movie?"
Dehydrated but content, Kim bursts out a big, assertive "YES!" "To me" she continues, "women's skiing is not about the raddest line or the biggest air, it's the beauty and fluidity of the run," She pauses while Tommy takes a shot. Two massive cinder blocks on top of a couple of trees point in our direction. "The general public doesn't understand the speed or danger of those lines in the men's ski movies. I want to get respect for my individual style, I want to feel good about what I do."
Kim's so healthy and intelligent, she makes me feel like a freak in comparison. Never one to neglect a subject, she continues throwing opinions out like the most popular and bewitching girl on the playground; This time is crucial now to show the evolution of women's sports. Imagine what kind of influence we can have on young girls. Blah, blah. Then she remarks "I just can't believe a man would take the time to promote us."
My eyes jerk away from Tommy. How true! At best, our male peers are usually tolerant yet still condescending. The next day I confront Christian in his room "Why spend so much energy on women athletes?" I interrupt, expecting another simple answer; "Because women rip" or "This is the only way I can get a date." He holds the first slice of a large delivery pizza and probably wants to eat.
"One minute in de men's movies don't do women justice." Christian explodes, chewing wildly. How silly to expect a sip of water from a fire hydrant. "I want to see what's in de women's head and who's 'anging it out dere in de sport. Some of dem are skiing at such a 'igh level, and I want to be truthful to dat."
"But Christian" I say defensively, "Sure the women are skiing great, but the top men still take more risks and are more exciting to watch."
"What? I don't want to compare de two, but just show de woman for what dey are, doing it deir own way."
He stops eating his slice and uses it to point instead. Over the next half hour, this man teaches me more about my gender than I've learned after living the experience 31 years. "I'm not making a ski and snowboard mov-ie, I'm making a film about women" he gestures. A disk of pepperoni pitches to my feet. It's not about the brainless pursuit of the sickest lines, he explains. Woman athletes are fascinating as people, especially those uniquely involved in non-traditional water and mountain extreme sports. We have a passion and value system that is extraordinarily inspiring. We live crazy and take huge risks, which is goes against our nature, but do it very, very well.
"You ask an extreme guy what he thought of 'is trip to Alaska, 'e'll say 'It was rad, dude.' Who gives a sheet about dat!" Christian sprays. "Interviews from women are so beautiful, wit honest, personal t'oughts about extreme risk and challenge." He intends to make his film a work of art, because after all, that's what women are.
The cheese on Christian's slice has long since turned waxy and stiff. I leave and slowly walk the hallway toward a window and look outside. The snow comes down hard and cold.
This women-in-sports issue invokes so much passion for so many people. And every thing they say makes sense. Alison ranted "Sports changed me from a fat, insecure kid into a confident, strong woman with passion and a plan. This took away all the years of people saying 'you can't'." Kim wanted to share her passion for skiing with girls. There's a million daughters out there who've learned all they can from Malibu Barbie. If only someone would show them the way, imagine how better prepared for life they'll be through sports. Christian had pointed his forgotten pizza at me and claimed "If I can reach the mama who's sitting on de bed with a drunk 'usband, and get her to t'ink 'I'm sick of dis sheet… I'm going skiing', it'll be worth it."
How right they are. My life has been so ego-driven, frustrating and unnatural. I always thought being a woman, and therefore caring, sensitive, and thoughtful; meant being less of an athlete, less of an equal. But women's sports are not about being equal, or killing ourselves for respect, or swinging from the ball sacks of men; because nobody is ever equal to another. It's about our own personal self expression, and helping the world be a better place.
Time to relax a little. I don't need to risk my life to be taken seriously. I can be really, really good without being terrified and on-the-edge everyday. I can be strong and independent without acting hard and tough like a man. I can wear lipstick, and still kick ass. Hey world, this is what we are.
And what we are is extraordinary.
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