Women on Submarines? Not too sure about that.

Looks like a member of the top Naval brass is pushing for allowing women for submarine duty again.

The nation’s top military officer has called for lifting the ban on women serving aboard submarines, in a significant step toward reducing the barriers to women in combat.

Navy Seeks to Allow Women to Serve on Submarines – washingtonpost.com

Down Periscope Now anyone who knows me personally knows damn well that I’m hardly the type of person to class women as inferior in any way, shape or from however, as an ex-Cold War submariner I have to say that this is a bad idea all around. And if women were allowed in the submarine force, it should be limited to female officers only. Unless things have drastically changed since my time in the service, allowing women to serve on submarines as officers only at least would allow them some semblance of privacy and separation by rank from the enlisted crew members.

Anyway…

The first reason is privacy. The average age of enlisted on any given boat is around 20 with new “non-quals” (newly reported crew members who are not “qualified in submarines”) running as young as 19. These individuals are can be isolated for up to months at a time from the outside world. Now consider what might happen with a submarine crew of male and female 20-some year olds on a long term operation. As one who used to “be there” all I can say is that it would most likely result in some rather nightmarish conditions.

Officers and enlisted alike literally rub elbows but it’s especially true with the enlisted members. American subs are designed first with it’s equipment in mind and crew comfort coming second. There is no “privacy” on a submarine in the true sense of the word, the only privacy any crew member is allotted is by other crew members being good enough to leave you “alone” from time to time. Even then your still “rubbing elbows” with them.

Secondly, serving on a submarine is f***ing hard and unbelievably stressful. So much so in fact that it can only be qualified as “you had to be there”. If you weren’t there you could never understand. It’s as simple as that.

It takes an entire year just to get through the basic submarine qualifications and until you’re “qualified” you’re worse than useless (and dangerous) and you’re treated that way. The treatment isn’t done out of sheer meanness though. Being mean doesn’t enter into it at all. It’s just part and parcel of what it means to serve on a submarine. They, meaning the qualified members of the crew, have to know where your breaking point is, it’s absolutely vital to find this out and female crew members would be no exception to the rule. Every new crew member goes through this—no exception. There would be no room for anyone citing “abuse” or sexism on a active submarine. You either deal with it or be booted off. That’s one of the reasons that the serving on a submarine is strictly voluntary in nature.

And third. It’s going to cost too much.

Uh, what?

I mean it. Converting a submarine to accommodate women’s special needs was approximated at close to a billion dollars per already existing submarine and that was during my time.

I’m not pulling this out of the air mind you. There was a in depth study already done on the possibility of women serving on a submarine that was included in a larger study done by the Navy to ascertain if the best possible use of submarine crew combinations were  being utilized. They even sent out a nuclear sub with an all female crew that had been specially trained for this study.

They didn’t last long.

Suffice it to say that locking up 90 or so women in a 290’ by 36’ equivalent of an underwater sewer tube became a recipe for disaster despite their training. They just simply could not get along. The other anomaly which no one expected was that the boat came back with the sanitary system that deals exclusively with the “heads” (bathrooms) completely bound up (not a good thing in regards to a submarine). The system simply wasn’t designed to deal with non-degradable items the size of a sanitary napkin. The entire system would have to be redesigned to accommodate these type of items. Perhaps they’ve found a cost effective way around this problem by now.

As a final note, a submarine environment by it’s very nature tends to be rather unhealthy. Cuts and scrapes don’t heal, colds and flu’s tend to last until the next port of call, occasional long periods of high CO2, toxic gas (never, ever deep fry scallops in anything but fresh oil) and other such atmospheric wonders that can occur despite the best in environmental controls can severely degrade the health of any submariner during their tour of sea duty unless things have drastically changed since my time—which I doubt.

I could go on but I won’t. There’s just too much—even to sum up.

So in risk of being labeled a male chauvinist, which I’m not, mixing genders on a nuclear powered submarine is not, in my experienced opinion, in the best interests of the US Navy.

Any dissenting opinions welcome.

Edit 01/02/09: Okay, I know, where’s the citations, references, etc to the above statements? I  finally had the time to sit down and do some serious searching and I’m posting the links to two PDF documents I’ve uploaded. One is a 2001 study of the medical implications of women serving on submarines and the other is a smaller report covering the late 90′s to early 2000′s of women serving on Victoria class submarines (diesel/electric) which are even smaller than our current fast attack subs at least in size and accommodations. Apparently they have a few female enlisted serving aboard subs already. These are obviously more recent documents than the one I mentioned and tends to contradict my own opinions in some ways and validates them in another but I’ve always believed in keeping an open mind about things. I haven’t had the time to everything these reports have to say of course but what I did see makes for some interesting reading.

US report–”Medical implications of women serving on submarines”

Canadian report of women serving on Victoria class submarines

Come meet the new car. Same as the old car.

If you happened to be wondering where I’ve been lately (just be nice and say you have, okay?) I’ve been out and about trying to find a replacement for my wife’s ‘97 Mercury Sable Wagon which, after 220,000 miles or so, had finally gone beyond the point of. Oh, it still ran okay (it started and the tranny still made the tires go ‘round) but the rust holes in the lower part of the body, the rather disturbing noises that were coming from what was left of the undercarriage and the the headlights popping on and off whenever they happen to feel like it were definite signs that the old boy was long past being put out to pasture. Besides that, the local garage refused to be bought off this time and annual inspection was only 2 months away.

The final telling point that sent me on a state-wide search for a replacement was the day a rather large part of the car fell off while sitting in a parking lot. It wasn’t even windy.

I have to admire the old wagon though—it’s been through hell. Not that my wife is hard on cars, she’s not. It’s just the last ten years that she’s had it has been hell in the light that the wagon has been the sole transportation of her . What I mean by that is about 10,000 to 20,000 pounds of her products, display’s and the like has been stuffed into and on top of the old rig, at the same time, each trip, and hauled off to shows hundreds of miles away—and that’s just one way.

It’s been through hurricanes, blizzards, hail, rain, snow, sleet, nuclear explosions and smog. It’s had about 98 tons of road salt and sand shoved into it’s farthest recesses and blasted across it’s exterior and still it plowed on. The back end was getting a might saggy and it set off radioactive leakage alarms from 4 miles away but still it plowed on.

So it came to pass that the old thing had seen the last of the road and it was time for a new rig to take over. And after traveling far and wide to find just the right kind of car for my lady that would be able to do the same tasks the old one had done (not an easy task mind you) I finally succeeded. See below for the remarkable comparison

The old ‘97 wagon (minus the faded, broken hubcaps, saggy rear end and missing part)

1997-mercury-sable-gs

The replacement (a 2001, except her 2001 one has mud flaps that say “Sable” on them.)

2001 sable wagon

Alright, these aren’t the actual pictures of the cars but the years and the colors  are correct.

You would not believe how hard these things are to find and when you do they’re usually in about the same shape as her old one was. Ironically enough I finally found the new one (the one that has the mud flaps that say “Sable” on them) right across the street from her quilt shop at a family owned dealership that’s been there since 1785 (or so they say). This one has half the mileage that her old one did, runs like a champ, has a new windshield, brakes and cruise control “Off” button (‘cuz I made the dealer replace them).

Luckily for me, these rigs all rust in the exact same manner so, with 113,675 less miles on the odometer, I’ve been able to spot all the future holes before they happen and covered these vulnerable areas (I could spot them by the patches of blossoming rust) with the contents of a bottle of “Rust Not!”. Horribly expensive stuff that requires a new brush with every stroke but it definitely stops the rust. Two days and 157 brushes later, my wife has a solid machine that’s ready for the second 100K or so*.

*I did spot one non-inspection failing hole way down by the wee running boards at back lower corner of the driver’s side rear passenger door but nothing so serious that some duct tape and color matching spray paint didn’t take care of.

Good thing too since she’s got another show coming up. Only around 6500 pounds of show material is going this time—we thought we’d take it easy on the new wagon the first time out.

Just lop it off.

Two weeks ago I noticed that the left side of my left bug toe was getting rather large. A week ago this swelling was turning dark red and hurting…a lot.

What is it about passing 50 and getting my first ingrown toenail? Is this part and parcel of growing old? Arthritis, runny eyes, failing eyesight and ingrown toenails?

Since I don’t have a small enough pair of wire cutters to take care of the problem, the fact that the damn thing is now infected despite all the care I’ve given it and the small matter that Laurie isn’t strong enough to hold my leg still while I poke at it with my hunting knife, I have no choice but to head down to the VA and podiatry and let them take care of it.

I think I’ll just tell them to lop the damn toe off and be done with it. Might straighten out my gimp at that but one thing for sure–it’s guaranteed not to happen again.

No one likes change but come on now

I’ve avoided posting about the current economic situation, the public’s response and who they’re focusing the blame on. I’ve avoided it simply because I’ve never been more disgusted and disappointed with my fellow Americans than I am now. To their defense I realize that no one likes change and there’s plenty of change going on these days that affects everyone’s life either personally or generally but this overreaction, whining, crying and finger pointing, to me borders on the ludicrous.

And of course, like always, most of the blame falls on the President except this time the people appear to have lost their collective minds in that they seem to have completely forgotten the fact that President Obama did not create this mess.

It took decades of past administrations ignoring the situation, making wrong decisions, passing this and denying that just to make sure they lined their pockets along with lining the pockets of their “partners” and associated big business, ad infinitum. The end result of their antics was the collapse of our banks, mortgage lenders, housing market, auto industry, etc and our overall economy at the end of last summer and the final sign of the impending collapse was the massively overinflated price of fuel that hit the roof and dropped like a rock all in the space of less than 3 months.

As a consequence, all the dirty deeds (well, a large majority of them anyway) were aired before the public and more are still waiting in the wings. And lo, the sleeping American public finally woke up from their slumber of never ending complacency and screamed for change.

And our new President walked right into this mess. Did everyone suddenly forget that our economy went down the old proverbial toilet before Obama was elected?

Now, less than a year later, the public is jumping up and down like a bunch of frightened baboons screaming and pointing fingers at the President when he’s actually trying to keep the good ol’ United States of America from failing completely which is exactly what would have happened if he’d decided not to bail out the banks and the auto industry when he did. They also seem to not realize that it’s going to take years for the US to recover from this debacle if it ever does.

What no one seems to realize is that this is a whole new ballgame. There is absolutely no precedence for any of the decisions the new administration makes because no situation like the current one has ever existed before. The old way of doing business and running this country simply does not work any longer and if anyone bothered to reflect on this even a little bit would realize it. It’s the keeping to the “old way” long after it was obsolete that created this mess in the first place. Now “the powers that be”, for all intents and purposes, have to start from scratch to find a new way that will sustain us through the next several decades of rapid change. And change it will whether we like it or not.

Now the people call our President a socialist, a fascist and other such ridiculous terms when I can guarantee these people wouldn’t know socialism or fascism if it virtually walked up to them, slapped them upside the head and informed them that they’d been (hypothetically) living in it for over half their lives. In other words, these people have absolutely no idea what they’re talking about.

And as far as those who have absolute audacity to equate our President with Hitler just need to be slapped…a lot. And then be forced to visit the holocaust museum followed by a tour of Auschwitz… in February. Just another reason to resurrect putting people in stocks on the public square just for being ignorant fools who have no clue about anything.

It’s a whole new world out there folks and we’re just at the very brink of it, a cusp if you will, and the “good old days” where everything remained the same for a decade or three are dead and gone. And for those who are blaming our President for trying to keep our country from going down the sewer and taking us with it, you better damn well hope that the current administration can find a way for America to survive just for the next 4 to 8 years before the next administration takes over.

There…I’m done.

Life takes precedence

The bad thing about blogging is that once in awhile ‘life in general’ demands attention and this time around it’s been very demanding indeed. Ergo, writing takes a back seat.

I’m not able to get into all the details right now as I need to be headed to the VA (again) for an audio exam in less than an hour but suffice it to say things have been rather busy.

Between a previous trip to the VA and this one, a rather large piece fell off my lady’s old Mercury Sable station wagon. Because of this and the mind boggling amount of mileage on her rig it’s finally (past) time to replace it before something more vital decides to drop off—like the driver’s seat just when my wife happens to be occupying it.

The trouble is that she needs another station wagon just like it (has to do with her business) and they’re not easy to find these days and when you do find one it usually has a bad case of rot.

Anyway, the search for a replacement, dealing with used car salesmen and all the rest has kept me quite quite busy over the last week or so and as I said previously, I still need to head to the VA shortly which takes up the rest of my day.

I just happened to notice that I hadn’t posted in awhile (fancy that) so I figured y’all might appreciate a note.

Have a wonderful day.