Dorothea commented:
In that case, the correct criterion isn’t “male only.” It’s “capable of hauling 150 lbs X distance in Y time, REGARDLESS OF GENDER.”
Does the difference there make sense? And does it make sense that I don’t like to see the former criterion when what’s meant is the latter one?
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‘Course it does. My original characterization “that tends to rule out most women” was only meant to show that my desire to be cool with gays in the military has nothing to do with the political popularity of the idea.
The military is still working the kinks out of including women in the military. We profess to want to keep them out of combat, but this doesn’t stop them from dying. And we take great pains to protect women from their male associates…which ideally wouldn’t happen, if we were all honestly ready to put hormones and brain-stem decision making aside.
But like any other differently-treated minority, female soldiers divide into Overcompensation, Assimilation, and Exploitation camps. Very rarely, the men in a unit are cool enough to let females just be soldiers; most units require a female to be better than her comrades just to get by; some units (and leaders) allow female soldiers to skate by as flirtatious dirtbags. (Indeed, a unit often gets the soldier it deserves.)
I would point out that my father had to deal with similar bullshit when he tried to be a warrant officer and black simultaneously. And I think this points directly to the source of my coarseness.
In a war, nobody wants to kill anyone else at first. This is probably the greatest misconception a lot of the public has about soldiers – the idea that bloodthirst is something we bring to the fight in the first place. But war pulls it out of all of us, I think. Even the toughest, most macho-bullshit-bag-me-a-deer guy isn’t going to haul off and kill a man that first time and think it’s a fabulous thing.
At some point, especially when faced with great injustice, the choices reduce to: fight back, or go cry about it.
I’ve watched a man beat and murder a woman on a video, then talked to him later…only to see the man display not a shred of remorse. There may be a REASON that this man got to be as f**ked up as he is…but there isn’t an excuse. So I have a very limited set of choices, if I think the conversation with said scumbag is necessary: confront him with my version of the world, and try to make him see it, or quit. (I’m leaving out the more emotionally satisfying third option, as it would have been illegal in that example, and quite possibly might have turned me into a Sith.)
Trying to find a way to state my opinion without angering him might be an option at first, but it will never produce the required result on its own. Eventually, somewhere down the line, I need to tell him he’s wrong. I need to make him see that, and that’s going to get ugly. He’s going to call me a dog of the Jewish conspiracy, and I’m going to probably have to cuss at him a bit. Or at least tell him his thinking, if not he, is broken and in need of rewrite.
And maybe this is why I try to be considerate as much as possible, but I make a distinction between being considerate and being polite. Some fights are worth having in the open. Sometimes, it’s worth it to piss people off, if only because that makes them more likely to punch back, and challenge us when we’re wrong.
Dorothea, we’ve had our words. But you’ve always made me a better person for it.