Let me first say this: Zachary James Daniel Brown — the WSL’s newly crowned Ambassador of Stoke and Leisure — seems like a helluva guy. Likeable to his core. There is no taking that away from him. I’d gladly clink Mai Tais with him at Haleiwa Joe’s. Gladly.
Like the WSL, which hired him to spend six weeks on the North Shore partying, adventuring, and Instagramming, I was charmed by his audition video where from atop a wakeboard he begs the WSL for a job: “Get me out of my mom’s house!”
I, too, hope Zach gets out of his mom’s house. But for the love of Zeus, I don’t think an ostensibly privileged white dude should have been handed the cushiest dream job imaginable in our already moneyed, white, male world. Or have been chosen as the new face gaining instant access to the WSL’s 6.5 million Facebook followers, 2.6 million Instagram followers, and Lord knows how many minutes of broadcast time when the waves get lully during the Triple Crown. (To be sure, this criticism comes from a white male, privileged enough to have been taught to write at fancy schools — though obviously, that’s no indicator of quality!)