Masculinizing Women

This week Defense Secretary Leon Panetta officially lifted a ban that withheld women from serving in combat. This decision repealed a 1994 combat directive that prohibited women from doing so. If you’ve been paying attention, this didn’t come out of left field. Last year the Pentagon opened fourteen thousand jobs to female soldiers. Bringing women a tiny closer to combat roles. Shortly after, the ACLU and four military women filed a law suit against the Department of Defense for discriminating against women by barring them from combat roles. Military women were arguing that men have the ability to move forward in their careers and make more benjamins, while they’re fighting for the breadcrumbs that fall from the table. Its a good point. After all, last I checked, they do wear the same uniform and fight for the same country. So, where’s the dilemma?

Let’s unravel this. I’m not one of those (and say this with the most Southern accent you can muster)– A woman belongs in the kitchen, and that’s the only place she belongs, sort of dude. I can’t say I would be parading if my daughter or girlfriend (both of which I don’t have) gave me the news that she wanted to join the military (I do have a niece, so that works). Surely, any normal man would rather envision them in black business attire, landing some landmark financial win or saving lives in the operating room. But never, unless your last name is Panetta, would I guess that you would envision them dodging bullets at the sound of foreign shrieks.

For me, a woman in a military uniform strapped with an M16 is ok, but a product of a fallen world. I don’t think for one nano second that Americans really fathom what this all means. Can you imagine the feedback from the American people when female bodies are returning in massive numbers from overseas? Don’t misunderstand, it’s heart wrenching when a young man returns in a body bag. Though, the idea is something civilizations have generally settled with. But there is something unnaturally wicked about a young girl returning in one.

Ryan Smith, an Iraq war veteran has written an insightful piece into the reality that awaits women in combat.

Here is an excerpt:

We rode into war crammed in the back of amphibious assault vehicles. They are designed to hold roughly 15 Marines snugly; due to maintenance issues, by the end of the invasion we had as many as 25 men stuffed into the back. Marines were forced to sit, in full gear, on each other’s laps and in contorted positions for hours on end. That was the least of our problems.

The invasion was a blitzkrieg. The goal was to move as fast to Baghdad as possible. The column would not stop for a lance corporal, sergeant, lieutenant, or even a company commander to go to the restroom. Sometimes we spent over 48 hours on the move without exiting the vehicles. We were forced to urinate in empty water bottles inches from our comrades.

Many Marines developed dysentery from the complete lack of sanitary conditions. When an uncontrollable urge hit a Marine, he would be forced to stand, as best he could, hold an MRE bag up to his rear, and defecate inches from his seated comrade’s face.

Is the idea of a young woman in the mix of this something were okay with? Which suggestively leads to my next point, the invisible war There is a rape problem in the military. And it’s ugly, that at the forefront of the Pentagon’s to do list, the top issue is not this. Expect nothing more but the numbers to double, as young women are thrown in with the lions, while Panetta and his department boasts of its progressiveness.

Women are being masculinized and men are being sissified. Women are wearing the uniforms, while men imagine they’re in-front of their game consoles. This goes far beyond the military. This has to do with men, taking on their daily roles of men, and not whining about it.

-awretchsaved

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