Why do Cocks Still Dominate Cockpits?

In the past six months, I’ve been travelling by plane more often than I’ve flown in the entire rest of my life.

As I boarded my latest flight to San Fransisco from Portland, the realization finally confronted me head-on:

I’ve yet to encounter a single female pilot.

That seemed normal enough for a while. I don’t think it’s exactly a secret that men clearly dominate that particular industry…

I realize now, I just didn’t know quite how dismal this professional landscape looked at this point.

So my curiosity led me to the same place it leads most modern humans: I googled it.

“Why are there so few female airline pilots?” I asked.

I wasn’t expecting to learn anything uplifting (women are just silly if they enter these types of territory with optimism, although I hope that changes).

But it was considerably more depressing than I had hoped.

Bear in mind, this is coming from an eternal pessimist who is convinced the glass never started out with anything more than the half empty it is now.

I don’t want to focus on discouraging statistics because this post is certainly NOT about how underrepresented women currently are in the aviation industry.

Let’s suffice to say that most of my research sources seem to agree that women make up a measly five percent of all commercial airline pilots.

I know…that’s fucking terrible.

But the next natural thing for me to wonder was, “what is the fucking problem for women here?!”

The job isn’t super demanding physically or anything.

Women and men should have equal potential in something like aviation, right?

Sure appears that way to me.

But I guess I’d also like to see more female NASCAR drivers and don’t really understand why there aren’t more of those already.

To be clear, I am in NO way a fan of NASCAR. There is nothing wrong with being one, of course. But I am not.

Having made that clarification, lets get back to the serious lack of women pilots.

Most of us aren’t especially brilliant and we are almost always late to show up for the party when we arrive at questions like the ones I was currently seeking answers to.

In almost all cases, smarter people have beat us to wondering the same things and usually do more in the pursuit of answers than we will ever do ourselves as well.

So it came as no surprise to me that the British Airways’s Future Pilots Programme had already done research in the hopes of identifying what was discouraging young girls from entering the aviation field.

Which leads us to what I personally feel is the saddest statistic in this entire story, by far: one fifth of respondants were NOT aware that women were allowed to have roles beyond cabin crew.

Read that a couple more times please. Let it sink in.

What the actual fuck? It’s 2017.

Epic fail, entire world.

So there is one lame as fuck reason to start the list, right?

Coming in at second place is the complete lack of female role models present in the industry currently.

Kind of a massive DERP, I know.

But it matters more than we may initially realize, so don’t brush past this.

When you have never seen someone like yourself in a certain role, what reason would you really have to think that it was a possibility for yourself?

Shocking answer: clearly you wouldn’t. As supported by the findings of this survey.

So that sucks.

But what about the creative world of cinema and fiction? Surely in realms where anything is possible, we would find more female pilots…right?

Apparently not.

I challenge you to name a single movie or TV show that features one, even in a minor role.

Fun trivia fact: In 1972, Yvonne Pope Sintes became Britain’s very first female pilot after working her way up the ranks from being a stewardess.

How was she greeted by her new male colleagues?

One of them told her that if women ever joined, he would resign.

I don’t know how she responded, but I know what I would have fucking said to the douchebag.

Probably something like, “it’s already happened dumbass, no one is going to miss you. So why are you still here, unless you’re not a man of your word?”

But like most men, I’m mouthy and obnoxious. And a little over the top.
Most other women, however, are less of these things.

And I commend them for it, even if I fail the same test.

I like that women tend to have more class and a certain type of dignity than is common among their male counterparts.

Who knows? Maybe someday I will even take a lesson from them and shut the fuck up for two seconds. I doubt it though.

And if those aren’t enough reasons to explain all of this, I’ve got one more for you.

Sunshine.co.uk (an online travel agent) conducted a survey that found that just over half of those questioned admitted to being less likely to trust female pilots.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I can’t think of anything that would be more inspiring than being told half of your passengers don’t think you can handle pressure or fly a plane as well as a man could.

Hell yes.

I’m starting to understand why the aviation landscape is making progress in gender balance at such blurring speeds and it’s no wonder why women are flocking to become pilots in today’s world.

Don’t you agree?

5 Reasons Why I Love Gone With the Wind

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Gone With the Wind is one of my all time favorite movies.

If you have NOT seen it, stop reading now and go watch it immediately. It’s just under 4 hours long, so be sure to get comfortable before you start it!

Should you fail to watch the film in its entirety before continuing to read this post, I’m afraid I can’t be friends with you anymore.

Don’t you want to be my friend?!

Good! Then watch the damn movie.

Scarlett Fever

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scarlett O’Hara, where do I even begin?

I can safely say that she is EVERYTHING about all women that makes us unbearable. Maddening.

Therefore, she is simultaneously ALL the things which make us irresistible as well.

  • She is loud and full of high energy.
  • She is used to getting everything she wants with little effort.
  • She won’t hesitate to throw an outright tantrum when denied.
  • She is gorgeous and fully aware of the leeway this gives her.
  • She flirts with ALL men, no exceptions.
  • She is 100% shameless.

Like the rest of us human beings, she quickly begins to take for granted that which comes too easily and too often.

In spite of the endless line of young men competing for her attention, it seems that only Ashley Wilkes has (unwittingly) discovered the secret to capturing it.

He remains aloof and immune to her charm.

Like countless other women before her (whether they’ll admit it or not), she only seems to want a man who she cannot have.

A forbidden fruit that belongs to someone else.

Although he has no alluring traits, the denial of his affection allows her the time needed to imagine him some kind of hero.

At no point within her delusions does she pause to ask herself if she even likes Ashley Wilkes.

Rhett Makes Me Wet

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then, along comes the man of ANY woman’s (wet) dreams!

But poor little Scarlett is way too busy distorting reality and being in love with a total douche.

And it’s a damn shame, too.

Because Rhett Butler is the FULL MEAL DEAL.

About thirty seconds into their first encounter, he calls her out as the snotty-nosed brat she is and then shrugs it all off.

He’s in no rush, after all.

He figures Scarlett might just turn out to be a fun time, once she grows the fuck up and gets over her little grade school crush.

“With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.”

In the meantime, Rhett wanders off on his own adventures in life to pass the time. Among his better friends is a prostitute named Belle who keeps him company from time to time.

Scarlett makes the mistake of insulting Belle, to which Rhett responds with one of his sexiest lines ever:

“If you were a man, I’d break your neck for that.”

And then FINALLY, after years of bullshit games…they get together.

He buys her a giant engagement rock, she gives him a daughter and they move into an extravagant mansion.

He gives her everything.

Except for Ashley Wilkes.

By the end of the movie, these two have suffered major tragedies, both independently and as a couple.

But rather than see them come together, it only works to further drive them apart.

Just as it seems to often happen in real life, Scarlett’s moment of clarity comes too late.

More Than a (Fucked Up) “Love Story”

I’m sure you didn’t get very far into that before writing this off as a ‘chick flick.’

Make no mistake – this is more than 4 straight hours of sappy love story.

It’s a period film set in 1860’s America, from the perspective of the defeated South in a war that marked the end of slavery.

It is a dramatic masterpiece.

It’s the quintessential historical fiction.

Never Gets Old

I can only hope to age as gracefully as Gone With the Wind has.

Filmed over seventy years ago, it somehow manages to never feel dated or seem cheesy when I watch it.

Once I travel back in time 35 years or more, most movies have an understandably ‘awkward‘ feel to them.

I’m sure this is due to a disconnect between styles that were common then, and just seem silly to me now.

Gone With the Wind is truly a timeless classic.

Shit Gets *REAL*

For anyone who doesn’t know, this story takes place in the Southern United States around the beginning of the American Civil War.

Scarlett’s spoiled childhood comes to an abrupt halt as she watches her family lose everything.

We watch as she endures all the hardships that come with war — starvation, poverty, destruction and disease. For her, the fall of the Confederacy means losing her home and loved ones.

Alas, she astonishes us all with her ability to adapt to whatever new situation she finds herself in.

Ultimately, Gone With the Wind is a tale of survival and indestructible human will.

“As God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again!”