Affirmative action is deadly

Ran the hill for fifteen sprints, dragged myself to the sauna. 90 degrees heat inside, 6 degrees outside, 9 degrees in the water. Perfect after that intensive training.

Was sitting in the sauna when they entered. Two of them short giants, like Vikings from the drawings, one older coach like guy, and twelve others that would put Greek Gods to shame.

These guys were in such a shape that would make the cast of Magic Mike cry.

Football.. No, too big upper body.. American football... Maybe, but too developed shoulders.. Mma?.. Nope, too straight posture... Basketball? No.. Hockey? Nope.

Wtf?

So I asked the coach

"what team is this?"

"Firemen"

Fuck, I thought to myself. These guys are in better shape than even professional athletes. Each one would make it to the 300 movie, and each one could hold his own in a powerlifting competition.

Then I thought about what I know of their requirements. I also know that the physical requirements are lower for female police candidates, but that is a different profession with a different skill set.

There I sat, fourteen carved out of marble men in front of me (my attention on the 22 year old personal training student who is a project of mine, and a sight to behold), fourteen men that are in the top of the top of physical fitness due to their job.

If one day they introduce lower standards for female firefighters, that will be death. Years ago, in the whole country, there was one woman who could keep up with the guys, and the firemen I met then were smiling when they said "You should see her."

These guys passed very high standards including running while carrying a full sized body, on full gear weighing fifty kgs. If men are eliminated because they don't pass these standards, but females having a lower standard will be able to get in (not the case right now), there will be casualties on the road to eqwaliteee.

And I raise my drink to the fact that my 35 year old self was not too far from the fireman brigade, at least in the being carved from marble department.

Of course a hairy chest and a three month beard helps.

But the secret is Paleo.

Cheers.

Letting the Cobra out to the field. There are hamsters to catch and pleasure.

Enjoy the weekend!

A tale of two girls, one independent and stwong, the other, interesting

Copenhagen, the meat packing district, a beautiful summer night, having a few drinks, sitting on the beer bench.

A cute blondie sits to my sits to my right, a cute brunette sit's to my left.

We start chatting with both sides.

Both girls are very attractive, and they have friends with them, also part of the chats, but they are not related to the story.

Blonde: I am German

Brunette: I am Greek

When I say I live in Finland,

Blonde: what big companies are in Finland? We do consulting in Finland.

Brunette:  That would be too cold for me.

Jobs:

Blonde: nose up, looks down, " Am an assistant in a financial consulting company"

Brunette: " Am working for an energy consulting company"

City:

Blonde: "Hamburg. Lots of businesses."

Brunette: "London. Very active city, but the weather is depressing"

Work experience:

Blond: " We just helped company xxx merge with yay, it was z million euros"

Brunette: "All flights were booked, so the company arranged a private jet, I arrived in that business airport in a summer dress, people were just looking at like who is she dating.."

Questions:

Blonde: " So what is your business"

Brunette: "What do you do?"

Other conversations;

Blonde: I am independent, I am a high flyer, I am a career girl, I am stwong.

Brunette: The beaches of Greece, the clouds of London, anybody want a drink?

No more examples of comparisons of the Blonde and Brunette I can give, because one, I don't remember, and two, there is not much more the blonde said, except announcing stwength, independence, and cawweer...

The night went forward with us earthly beings having a blast of a conversation, two three hours, where the career girl was occasionally listening in, but the stwongnesss and the independence, mixed with the view of her nostrils, was not helping.

The sweetness of the brunette always made her more interesting to us, who, by sitting in the middle, were directing where the attention would concentrate.

To all the girls who have been educated in the feminist life view of women being stwong and independent, know this, being a career cunt does not make you attractive, being sweet, feminine, and friendly, does.