Well, she is an attractive woman, and I respect her for serving. I simply don’t see why she deserves any more kudos than anyone else unless we do it solely to celebrate the notion that women can do everything a man can do, be just as ruthless and violent as men, give birth to a child, and be attractive to boot.
It is the feminist fantasy, the one they push over all others.
I passed by the television where my wife was watching the local evening news, and there was a story about an improbable comeback by a high school team to win on the last play of the game. They had time to run one play to go the length of the field (maybe one second left) and it involved a fake and two laterals to succeed. Pretty improbable play, so I hesitated to watch. Lo and behold, boom, they executed the Rube Goldberg play, and won the game.
Do you know what the remainder of the broadcast segment (lasting far longer) was about?
Their kicker who was a girl.
That was what they gushed about. That she was a girl. She didn’t have to kick the tying or winning point with no time or anything like that, she just had to be the correct gender.
That play to win the game was pretty remarkable, to have been executed to perfection, as complicated as it was. But it was an afterthought.
Years ago, some corporate sensitivity trainer tried to convince a group of us that women could be front line special forces.
I told her, “When you can force march 15 miles through ankle deep sand with 70 pounds of gear on your back, get back to me.”