Thursday, June 27, 2013
The Air Force discovered this simple solution. All they had to do was put teal-colored robes on their students, and like magic the problem disappears. They're sure of it.
Via former Air Force member, reader, friend, former colleague, and Idaho real estate mogul Doug S., who comments: “Stop the world, I want to get off!”
As a former Navy enlisted man, I have a lot of trouble wrapping my brain around these changes, and also the idea of women serving on ships. Now don't get me wrong, I'd have loved having women on the ship I served on – what I'm having trouble imagining is the women handling it. The average age of the sailors on the USS Long Beach, in the '70s when I served on it, must have been around 24 or 25 – and all male, of course. These young, testosterone-drenched men wandered about the ocean with no contact with women for up to months at a time (the USS Long Beach was nuclear-powered, and the brass loved to show off how long we could stay at sea).
The ship was chock-a-block full of pornography; anything from lingerie photos to hard core 8mm movies (no streaming Internet video back then :). Then when we finally did pull into a port somewhere – anywhere – the local version of “sailor town” was waiting for us. On the surface, the sailor towns consisted of two things: sources of alcohol (in whatever form you preferred) and sources of sex (in whatever form you preferred). Dig a little deeper, and you'd find sources of drugs (anything at all) and other illicit, er, entertainments.
I once served on “hard hat” Shore Patrol (the Navy's military police) in Olongapo, Philippines for six months; it was just such a sailor town, perhaps the largest in the world at the time (this was during the Vietnam War, and Olongapo was just outside the gates of the Subic Bay Navy base, one of the largest bases in the world). I can tell you from personal experience and observation that the vast majority of the thousands of sailors who visited Olongapo every night – officers and enlisted – had just two objectives for their visit: to get plastered and to get laid, not necessarily in that order. And Olongapo was there with hundreds of bars and thousands of willing girls to help them meet those objectives – and to separate them from as many of those lovely U.S. dollars as they could.
So I wonder...
Has human nature somehow fundamentally changed since I was in my 20s, in the '70s? Have young men evolved into some new, higher order of being, in which the desire for sex is not so...urgent? What happens when one of the new “co-ed” ships hits port in a place like, say, Hong Kong? Where once legions of rental girls lined up to hawk their attributes to the sailors, what's there now? Soda and ice cream trucks? Or are there rental boys for the female sailors?
Inquiring minds want to know :)