I was listening to NPR on my way up to work to hear which Middle Eastern/North African regime would topple today and got drawn in by a different story.
The issue was raised about whether women in combat units would be a distraction; to comment, they interviewed a woman who had been in a small unit in the middle of nowhere Afghanistan charged with intercepting enemy communication. There was a lot of downtime on this mission, so the small crew would pass the time playing games. A particular favorite was throwing rocks at each other's crotches to try to get a rock successfully through a hole in the target's pants and hit his genitals. The interviewee stated she felt included in the camaraderie when the men soldiers asked if they could 'throw rocks at my boobs.' Things *may* have crossed a line, she went on, when the guys asked repeatedly 'if they could see my boobs.'
I mean, hey, I'm not always the most productive at work -- witness my blogging during lunch -- but you could probably fashion a pretty functional checkers set out of different colored rocks if you're really that bored.
2 comments:
Oh, funny how Mister "Holier Than Thou" gets on his high horse today, but he never complained when Simon Brown spent hours throwing rocks at his boobs in 1993.
I believe this comment is akin to Julie's offline one: 'were you on this mission?'
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