This is a despairing, helpless, political-style post, and probably something that someone else has said better, so if you are not inclined toward that type of thing and come here for my profane-cynical-gymrat-scholar-with-cats stuff you can skip past it.
Just only, why the fuck do not women have an army? An international National Guard of decently equipped and trained ground troops, fighter pilots, special forces and snipers? We are certainly capable of it. Women serve in the armed forces of beaucoup nations (including nations where they say “beaucoup”), they fly missions, they work in combat zones. I, sixty years old with shit vision, still do a full-time physical job and regard a lingeringly trick hip as a reason to do more handstand push-ups.
So why not? Is someone out there a better political organizer than I am? Someone who can stand talking to more than five people a day? (That does not seem to be most women’s problem, from where I sit, but it is mine.) We need it. Good Goddess, we need it.
I’m not talking about military reprisals against the countries where a man can control his wife’s choice of occupation, or which have no laws punishing marital rape or wife-beating (OK, fantasies are allowed). But in the name of Hippolyta, this, and this. If ISIL or Boko Haram is in the neighborhood you might get shot or beheaded, but if you are a woman you will be enslaved and beaten and raped, lather rinse repeat, in the name of God, the merciful, the compassionate. Yeah right.
Where are the women’s armies taking on these smug, sick bastards selling teenage students in bride markets, beating women and selling them again when they heal, dumping their dead bodies out of windows? I mean, Netanyahu is imploring the Jews of Europe to “come home” to safety in Israel already after a short spate of terror shootings that about equal a bad night in Chicago. (The Jews really figured this out; is there anyone in the world who doesn’t respect the IDF as a fighting force, whatever you think of Israeli politics?) Egypt didn’t even stop for a pee before swooping down on Libya after this week’s auto-da-fe. NATO nations have a deal: we signed an instrument, someone invades you, I come help. If only the developed world had a Women’s International Guard that would come to the defense of women facing wholesale capture and abuse by insurgents, while the politicians figure out what to do about the everyday wife beaters and rape artists that I guess we are going to have to pick off piecemeal in the courts.
I dream of it, women like the women I work out with, women like the ones on ESPN or UFC, women like the leathery old babes that come to me for massage before entering a triathlon as a seventieth-birthday celebration, quick, fierce, hair cut short or tied in tight braids, lethally accurate with modern weapons, competent in the cockpit, ruthless. They exist. There will be more of them. I want to see them in a strike force, platoons of merciless Boudiccas, a monstrous regiment of women with skin in the game that male troops can never have, swooping in with sniper fire and tactical airstrikes and oh crap, I don’t know, Wonder Woman’s lasso if someone can find the thing.
I know. Wonder Woman’s lasso was made up. But all the rest seems theoretically possible.
Any retired women generals getting fed up with home life out there? Let’s talk.