Nature Girl

I like Carl Hiaasen. I loved Hoot. He's very good, has nifty historical details and a lot of "save the planet" material worked in so that it seems normal. I like that.
But why, I often wonder, do male writers feel the need to write about sex so darned much? Or to spell out all the gruesome details of some injury for you?
Both of these, in abundance, make this totally inappropriate reading for not just my boys, but possibly a lot of my adult friends.
Perusing the titles of his other works, it strikes me he may be the Michael Moore of literature. Okay, if you like that sort of thing.
At least I have nothing to complain about as far as the writing skills. Good solid story.