I’ve broken through!
I’ve got just a minute in between work and an impending blackout-communcation phase that will take me off line for a day or two.
There’s a big interview coming up involving me and Christina Kerley, a
master interviewer of blogging netizens of the blogosphere.
It should be up by this evening. You can check it out on her blog which is also a neat place to explore the effects of blogs and other new media on the world.
I’ll be around, friends! There’s much to do and blackout comms means no talking to anyone for a bit.
Sorry! I’ll be back. Let me know how the interview went. I was there, I realize, but seeing it is a little different!
Update: Well, it seems like the blackout is taking its time. Alright then…
A couple of days ago there was a show in town.
Every so often, an artist or troupe of some kind will make their way to our little slice of the world. Normally its up-and-coming country music stars, trying to get a little name recognition before hitting the mainstream. Other times it’s a smattering of sports figures or comics who give some of their time to see the troops.
Then there are the porn shows.
“Porn?!?!?” some might be asking. Well, I suppose it is a bit strong. Let’s say a “dance team.” Big-chested buxom blonds in mini skirts and thigh-highs, pole dancing–I mean, performing a routine in front of hundreds of gaping, drooling, sex crazed men–I mean, attendees.
Now lets not fire in to the “you must be gay” rhetoric just yet. Women are wonderful, there’s no denying that. And life sans beauty can have a pronounced effect on the psyche of an American male, for sure. Especially when coupled with all of the pressures and uncertainties of combat.
Still, I have a bit of a problem with shows like this that prey upon the already sexually tense situations here in theater.
Can we pigeonhole women into the sexual-object stereotype any further with shows like this? Is standing in a crowd of drooling men, gawking at a woman as she squeezes her breasts the sort of thing I want the military to pay for?
“There were women there,” said our equal opportunity sergeant–incidentally, one of the most chauvinist, indiscreet men I’ve ever known.
“Oh please,” said the female finance specialist who works in our office in the mornings. “They went because it was a show, not because they wanted to see it.”
“There was dancing. It was more than just a chance to see ’em.”
“Oh yeah, dancing. That’s what I want to see, bikini-clad women dancing.”
“Oh come on! You know you wanted to go.”
“No I didn’t. It makes me feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh please! You can’t expect the military to bring in shows for women, it’s just not cost effective.”
Back in November, Monster Garage approached my unit with the offer to film the final episode of the series at one of our motor pools. They wanted to highlight the work of soldier mechanics and welders by showing their talents on the show and bolstering the image of the Army. Another unit eventually picked up on the offer, but my command rejected it because it “didn’t send the right kind of message to the public.”
What and these types of shows do?
Ladies, you’re beautiful and I love you, but you don’t have to travel halfway around the world to shake your “thang” so that I’ll appreciate you. I just hope the pay was good enough to put up with all the groping, leering and more-than-being-friendly smiles.