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Women proudly struggle, too
Twenty minutes in the past, Pete Hegseth was opining on heavy obligation issues like congestion pricing. Now, this Douglas MacArthur-lite TV talker’s commanding the best smartest hardest military in captivity.
He is anti girls within the armed forces. OK. I personally choose them in Dior. But in a 1973 North American Newspaper Alliance, one former trainer mentioned: “I load and unload at the Brooklyn Army Terminal. I’d met a WAC who praised the service and today — patriotic and proud — I also wear that uniform. I’m now in the reserves. Wanting an education, I figured best way’s through the government.”
A sergeant, she works on hundred-foot tugboats, overhauls engines on ships and nonetheless retains femininity. Nails polished, hair achieved, full make-up, perfume. Works in gloves when potential.
“I carry myself as a lady. I’m not one of those would-be guys. I am not women’s lib. I enjoy having my door opened for me, even when I’m in uniform. I want co-workers to watch their language, and if a table needs wiping I’ll wipe it. Equality’s only in the work. Also, if our work’s the same we should be paid the same. I’ve dated fellows in and out of the service and a man will treat you as you want to be treated.”
A PFC First Class mechanic, whose vehicle-oriented household collects vintage vehicles, carries herself as a woman, and drives vehicles. She’s certified “for the 5-tonner. Guys like to get away from their wives so they got hyper tense when I showed up. I took care of them flat out. Pinned their ears back. They asked why was I there. My standard answer? ‘Why not?’ ”
Part-time Army Reserve occupation permits studying abilities in a number of fields whereas residing home, and just one weekend a month plus one two-year period to the service. Their thought being if it was good enough for Ulysses S. Grant, George Washington, George Patton, John Pershing — it’s good enough for them.
So Supreme General Hegseth: Honey, maintain your horses. Some of them could be mares.
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No more monkey business
Thinking of Jane Goodall whom we simply misplaced. Reminds me of a assembly we as soon as had. It was 11 a.m. in a downtown lodge. She was immediate. We had been alone. We talked chimps. I imply, what else? Not a subject I’m too conversant in. Speaking of frisky animals, she informed me how “We must be custodians of this planet.”
She mentioned how “one semi-aggressive type got a little too frisky with me. It was in the ’60s.” Yeah. So, having had adults strive comparable strikes in my time, I requested what did she do? I guessed she didn’t smack him.
Her reply: “I didn’t let it get too far.”
Can’t win ’em all
When Moses got here down from Mount Sinai carrying the 2 tablets, his brother Aaron requested: “Well, did God agree to the changes?” And Moses mentioned: “He bought 10 of them. But, I’m sorry — ‘thou shalt not commit adultery’ is still in.”
That time of yr
’Tis autumn. When a younger man stops smelling the roses and appears elsewhere. It’ll be a gallon of wine and an In-N-Out burger. No? How’s satin sheets and, like Diddy who’s simply been on trial, child oil in a suite at a lodge. No? How’s a cheapo box of goodies and gold chains. If all else fails, simply comply with the wannabe 11-year-old mayor who possibly needs to legalize outside roadway intercourse. That is, provided that the sunshine is inexperienced — which he’s.
May somebody inform him it’s time to see a physician when the water in his lungs and the water on his knee converge and he floods his pants. Oy!
Only in New York, children, solely in New York.
