I have had some instructive exchanges with some ladies at Amir's blog (see here and here). One of them, Christina, has expressed some frustration at her own blog about what men and women say about each other (see here and here). I read Christina's posts and reflect on what some other religious women have said in a similar vein. Admittedly, the feelings of these women are understandable.
Such are the Gender Wars. I am find myself looking at these women as a soldier looks at civilians in an enemy country. I am going house to house. There is the awkward exchange: "No, ma'am I am not here to wreck your house. I am looking for Male-Bashing Brown Shirts. We have reports they are stationed in the vicinity. Have you seen any suspicious activ ... calm down, ma'am, I need information ..." Sometimes an interpreter is needed to translate my male language into something the female civilians can understand. My combat training is geared towards seeking out and neutralizing the enemy. Wait. I just heard a board creak. I wheel around with my M4. Nothing here. Okay, now the lady in the house is panicking. "Calm down, ma'am." My skills in diplomacy are something I have to learn on the job. They don't teach you this stuff in boot camp.
One hopes that there will be minimal feelings of ill-will among the innocent bystanders and refugees caught up in this mess. One hopes for minimal collateral damage, but things are awkward. Terrible mistakes get made. Innocents get shot at. War is a terrible business, especially among the sexes.
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