The Pussification of the [British] Male
By davenoon Kim Du Toit’s Bryan Preston’s loins are not happy:
The West seems to be trying to kill off its warrior culture, one stupid bureaucratic decision at a time.
In killer heels and little else, they have a definite deadly charm.
But the risque images of women that have decorated warplanes since the First World War have been scrubbed out.
The Ministry of Defence has decreed they could offend the RAF’s female personnel.
Officials admitted they had no record of any complaints from the 5,400 women in the RAF…
Commanders decided the images were sexist and insisted there was no place for them in the modern armed forces.
There was also concern that they could cause offence in a muslim country where until 2001 all women were forced to wear the head-to-toe burkha in public.
Well, there’s your solution, mates: Put the nose-art ladies in burkhas . Of course [y]ou’ll have to put your female military personnel in burkas too eventually…and your fashion models…and your wives and daughters…
Oh, for the love of — Yeah, if there’s anything that’s ruining war for everyone, it’s all the goddamned bureaucratic decisions passed down by lady boys in suits.
On a related note, is it just me or is there almost nothing quite so grating as a conversation that invokes with favor the phrase “warrior culture?” I hate to break the news to Preston and the rest of the keyboard commandos, but there’s nothing essential to a genuine “warrior culture” that would hinge on the presence or absence of half-naked cartoon characters etched in supine poses to the side of a fucking airplane. Frat-boy culture, perhaps, but not “warrior culture.”
I wonder, too, which “warrior culture” the West is supposed to resemble. Mongol? Viking? Jedi?
Oh, right. I forgot.
God, what a silly anachronism.