July 20, 2010
USO Romanticism Crushed in Kuwait
We have all seen the movies, tv shows, and iconic photographs. Young men dressed in their Class A’s, getting ready to head off to war, meet the perfectly dolled up love of their life at a USO dance. As the story goes, they fall madly in love right then and their. She waits for him to return victorious and then they buy a new suburban house, have 8 children and live happily ever after until death do us part. Its one of the great myths that keeps us attached to the good ol’ days. I love this myth. The more traditional love story and the vision of a sailor in his Class A’s is all I need.
I like to think that this lives on: fatigued soldier walks into USO airport center and meets young college student volunteer. Facts however have a funny way of getting in the way. While I can not speak for the airport centers per se, my experiences this past week have knocked my idealized stories off their pedestal.
Due to an awesome computer system we are trying out, we have been experiencing a higher than average volume of technical difficulties. Its rarely anything more than powering the computer off and starting over, but it has resulted in me sitting at the computers surrounded by guys online a whole lot more.
What did this experience teach me? Soldiers, young and old, spend the majority of their USO internet time on obscure internet dating sites. Plenty of Fish and Date Hookup for these guys. I can’t quite figure out why (a) a 19 year old needs to set up a date for a year from now when he gets home and (b) why he is so concerned about his love life that he is doing it online.
It is probably because half his counterparts are married or divorced. For 7 months now, I have seen a parade of married and divorced men parade through the USO. To date, 12 married men have confessed that they would leave their wife for me. I have met 8 men under 30 who have been divorced at least three times. I have lost count of the number of men who are divorced or getting divorced or have a least 2 kids with at least 2 different women under the age of 21. Last week this same sample of people criticized my choice to pursue a career in the Middle East rather than get married and crank out babies.
This post, of course, is not meant to target men in the Armed Services, but women seem to be more tight lipped. It wasn’t until yesterday when a female West Point grad applauded my efforts at a very long distance relationship because she, “is clear out of ideas on how to make that shit work.” It was actually the first time since I have been here that I had a conversation with a woman about her relationship statuses. I have plenty of second hand knowledge that women lie, cheat, steal and whore equally as their male counterparts during deployment. They just don’t talk about it.
I have no general conclusions on the subject other than they ruin my romantic notions of what the USO does for the people it serves, but I am interested to see if a more distinct pattern develops.
July 15, 2010
Comforts of Home
The stated purpose of running a USO center either in the desert or in airports is to provide a home away from home, to provide comfort and a place to relax. Our USO has internet, phones, couches, coffee, TVs, movies, and video games (lots and lots of video games). I usually question whether or not I would come to USO at Camp Virginia as a soldier. I love our USO, but Call of Duty and the people who play it 7 hours a day are not my idea of relaxing.
Since my work schedule has calmed down, I have been engulfed by reading (and my amazon wish list), the West Wing, my new found knitting hobby, and self taught yoga. Most of this amounts to a lot of time spent in my room. Looking around, observing the posters I bought, the post cards I have collected and hung, the bookshelf I tracked down and the $1,700 worth of books and movies and magazines I bought from amazon this year, I actually pinpointed the one thing that “made” home for me here in my chu. A gray and pink Mexican yoga blanket.
For anyone who has been to a yoga studio, you know exactly what I am talking about it. For anyone who hasn’t, they are really just blankets. In the grand American yoga studio tradition, however, they are organic (I think) and are fair trade priced. They all have the same striped pattern and, depending on the color, can be rather hideous (When I ordered mine, they didn’t even let you pick the color – so I was rather worried about what I was going to get). Anyways – as a yoga prop it cane be used in a number of ways but I use mine for exactly one purpose. I sit on it. When I start my yoga practice, I sit on it with my legs crossed.
I have lots of other blankets that could have fulfilled this purpose (4 to be exact) but no, I had to have a special one. With what should be the more unmaterialistic activity in the world (When someone once asked me why you don’t wear shoes when you do yoga I answered by saying that yoga was older than shoes), buying and sitting on this particular difference is what made the quality of life difference for me.
This of course got me thinking about all the ways our USO centers really do the trick and all the ways that our USO centers are like the $1,600 worth of books and movies that could have been easily replaced by one seemingly useless item. At this point, this is where I am stuck. I had a woman recently ask me if we had more microwave popcorn. We did not so I came out of the office with two bags of m&ms instead. You would have thought someone just showed up at her door with balloons and a check for a million dollars. Is it possible to continuously find the one small thing that people need to make their day or are they situations that just have to be lucked into?
June 20, 2010
Ladies…We have gotten soft.
Like any good employee working the overnight shift, I dedicated some of my time last night to looking at my old tweets (productive, right?). I was reminded that once upon a time, I wrote a letter to the editor of the AU Eagle opposing $50,000 for a Women’s Resource Center (at a college that is more than 60% female from predominantly middle and upper class backgrounds). After giving it a little thought, I am probably more opposed to the idea now than I was 8 months ago.
From what I can recall, the majority of those who commented on my letter told all sorts of stories about how it is possible for women to be harassed by professors, things could happen without consent if girls go out and drink too much, something or other about social narratives (because I went to AU) and blah, blah, blah. These girls needed a place to go to help and how dare anyone think otherwise. Again, these were young, privileged women at an expensive, private university where they were the majority.
For 6 months now I have been in the middle of 2 male dominated worlds – Kuwait and the United States Armed Forces. In both worlds, I have had the opportunity to interact with all sorts of different women. My general conclusion is that their American and/or civilian counterparts have grown soft and (worse) whiny.
Kuwaiti women are pioneering for a new generation of successful Middle Eastern women. Wealthy (by nature of being Kuwaiti) and educated, women are bankers, entrepreneurs, etc. Only granted the right to vote in 2005, there are 4 women currently sitting in the Kuwaiti Parliament. Organizations like the Business and Professional Women of Kuwait give women an outlet for networking, professional development, and so on. Many of its members can document harassment of the group (including an occasion when they showed up for an evening meeting to find that their parking lot was filled with a GIANT pile of dirt, just large enough so you could not see the building from the street – and therefore could never find it for the first time).
Never has that been the topic of conversation for the group at large (I only heard about it because a colleague and I could not find the building the first time). These women have better things to concern themselves with – like honing their skills and developing their businesses. What, of course, would be the purpose of fighting for certain political and social rights if you didn’t have something to contribute when it was all said and done? It is also acceptable to think (and this is my personal view) that if you have to be twice as good as the competition because you are an outsider, then why not go there. At the end of the day, you are twice as good as the competition.
This can also be the case for women in the Armed Forces, although under a very different set of circumstances. Demands of the American public (and vocal whiners like my counterparts at AU) create interesting circumstances. For example, women at the US Naval Academy make up about 20% of each class (give or take I suppose). Attending the Color Parade the day before graduation a few weeks ago, I noticed an abnormally large number of female company commanders (while its nice to think it was all purely meritorious, its probabilistically unlikely). The Navy Times (or maybe it was Stars and Stripes??) covered a story recently about a woman with an abusive leadership style rose very quickly through the ranks.
The majority of women you meet out here, however, are doing their job in spite of all the other stuff. Leading in this environment is not easy on anyone, no less a woman who (practically speaking) needs to deal with guys being guys (and usually gross). You can be a talking head for days about sexual harassment policy and equal opportunity and so on, but war is not the time or place to try and civilize a man. The successful ones are successful because they are good at their job. Nothing more, nothing less. The ones that are bad at their job are obvious, and everyone under them points to the fact that they probably shouldn’t have been promoted in the first place.
A coworker (former sailor and equal opportunity rep) and I disagree on the implications of that last part. The essence of her argument is that everyone should have equal opportunity to screw up their job (since when promotions are giving to undeserving men, the response is rarely “He shouldn’t have been promoted in the first place”). While I see the point, I think that since there is all sorts of “social narrative” out there that doesn’t inherently support women in leadership (Hilary’s glass ceiling), I would like all those women screwing it up to get out of the way (because you are screwing it up for the rest of us who are actually good at our job).
Prolonged exposure to these two very different environments has convinced me that the self proclaimed, American feminism activist is a counterproductive annoyance. True feminism is expressed and achieved through excellence and relentless hard work in ones chosen field. After all we would all end up better off if female students majored in Biology and became doctors rather than talk about how not enough women are doctors.
June 18, 2010
How to be an interesting blogger…I wish I knew
As of right now, I have 4 partially written blog posts on my wordpress.com account. About half way through writing 3 of them, I stopped. I was either thinking “No one wants to read about this” or “What do I do if X, Y or Z read this?” I am at an interesting crossroads – How do you maintain professional decorum, respect the privacy of individuals, document my experiences and say something interesting or humorous in the process?
The trouble of course is that I don’t know. I still believe that the my circumstances, while nominally shared by all other SWArriors (as our regional VP likes to call us), are fairly unique. In the end, I hope it is a story worth telling. Given all the sand and sweat, it clearly won’t be a glamorous one – but worthwhile I hope. Stories, however, require at least 2 things: characters and a narrative.
The trouble with characters in my story is that I have plenty of stories to tell. However, they are my neighbors and volunteers in very close, nonnegotiable quarters. Sure, I wouldn’t use their names, but my world here is small enough that it wouldn’t matter. There are always the transients, but that story is the same (over and over and over again).
The trouble with narrative, of course, is that this is my life. In a very “the stories I could tell” fashion, I feel like there are a lot of things I could blow the lid off of. That could of course compromise my position as a professional.
So what is left? I could rant about politics (which is a favorite hobby of mine), be another talking head on the oil in the gulf (that I am 7,000 miles away from…on another gulf, with another type of oil issue). I could write more about the things I read (which is currently limited to my Reading List page, and would even bore the crap out of my dear mother). I could follow the example of other Republican bloggers named Megan and just write about things that are irrelevant or I know nothing about (but I am generally going to try and avoid that).
So…if you know what I should do, please fill me in.
June 12, 2010
My Global Family…Vacation #2 to the US of A
Roller coaster does not even begin to explain what the past few weeks have been. Cactus Cantina, P.Q.’s parade pants, graduation and drunk Joe Biden,turtle crawl, wedding #1, irish dancing in pussers, DC dinners, picnics and parades, shoe shopping, beer tours, bachelor party, rehearsal dinner, Jamaican Bambooze, loaded weapon, wedding #2, sword mayhem, marine mayhem, family dinner, dinner at Chef’s, wings at 9-11, and some quality time with the Waterford Crystal Customer Service people.
All the stories, either too long or too inappropriate for my blog, all summed themselves up to one thing. I have a new family. Maybe “new” is a bit extreme; maybe somewhere between new and redefined. Being with my closest friends again made me see that, just like my parents saw their actual relatives , no matter where they or I am in the world, I have family.
It’s a scary position to be in. I was raised with a definition of family that seemingly guaranteed you would stay that way (you did, after all, have a common blood relative in your great great grandmother). It feels good to have made a family out of Jewish girls in Maryland, a Filipino from the Midwest, a modelesque soon-to-be lawyer from PA, a one-man national security team and a nurse with hippie tendencies from Vermont, and a one no- so-definable Floridian. It also feels incredibly fragile. Hopefully by the next time I write one of those “things I learned about myself posts” I will be able to say I have figured out how to be family in return – even with a natural tendency to be on the other side of the world.
This of course is not to discount my own family, who planned a delicious corned beef dinner for me upon arrival. My parents are very accepting of the fact that they somehow raised me this way, but it is nice to know I have another family that doesn’t give me the “where did you come from look” when I am talking about what comes next.
May 16, 2010
January 15 – May 15: Pressure cooker in learning about myself
Yesterday was day 1 of month 5 on Camp Virginia. Despite all the ups and downs, the review is still positive and I can still solidly affirm that I love my job. Last time I made that affirmation I knew nothing of company or base politics, I hadn’t worked any 20 hour days, I hadn’t cried in public (at work – yes, I did that), and I hadn’t experienced any 100+ degree days. Even as I sit here counting down the days to my next vacation (9 days til departure, 10 days til arrival) watching the thermometer creep up and the sand fly, I would not trade the opportunity to work for the USO in SWA for the world.
If nothing else, I have learned a lot of things about myself — how I work, how I relax. The desert life not only gives you a lot of time to think but it also can bring out the best and worst in you.
So — how I work. I am 100% goal oriented at work. I perform best when I have concrete goals. If goals are not provided to me, I will find one. The people who most agree with this statement probably knew me in high school. The Ivy League in my sights (Harvard when I was young, The University of Pennsylvania when I was actually looking at college), everything was done (and more than once redone) to achieve excellence. It came with a price (i.e. I could be a bitch at times), but the ends justified the means – because there was a definable end. Of course I did not get into the Ivy League. Disappointing sure, but there was not huge surprise here. I was really excited to go to American and to Washington so everything fell into place.
Then there was college. The point of class was to get good grades and land a stellar internship. The point of the internship was to get a job. The point of the job was to slowly take over the world. Well, fall semester of my sophomore year I did get a great internship (in the Office of Family Policy, Children and Youth [MC&FP/P&R/OSD]). I was incredibly inspired by my coworkers and mentors and I bought, 100%, into the mission. This refocus of my goals suddenly made the course offerings at AU seem unfortunate. Class became less important, until I did my undergraduate capstone on the impact of state child care regulations on child outcomes (measured by test scores) (In case you are wondering, the two are statistically not related). That was followed by a very rapid choice to pursue a Masters in Economics out of pure fear of graduating from college early. That, followed by the collapse of the financial sector (read: removal of student loans from the market), led to a string of “responsible” choices that made me poor and tangible goal-less. The only thing I was learning from this MA program was that I did not want to be an economist. Coming to the USO forced me to regain focus, and I am in a better place for it.
One might ask, what is so bad about being an economist? Nothing at all of course. It even sounds cool to tell people that’s what you do. However, I love working with people far too much to spend my time with STATA in an office. I love people. I love being social. I love coming to work every day and talking to new people, about god knows what.
So — how I relax. Sure, I love seeing people at work. I love going out and being social (the Embassy, the gallery opening, where ever). When I want to relax, however, I want people to leave me alone. The surest sign of a relaxing week is the Reading List page on this blog. The more often new books are posted, the better. It took me about a month to read 100 pages of Bob Hope. That was the stressful month where I was organizing our expanded United Through Reading efforts. Sadly I have given up on Bob for now, but the Pentagon’s New Map that followed was a delight and I anticipate that For Liberty and Glory in this upcoming week will be too (the USO is dead and my mind is already on vacation). Nothing says relaxing to me more than a good book on global order or the American revolution.
There are a few other things I could talk about here (how I cope being the most notable), but I am still learning (that could be read as undecided) and of course I will need something else to write about in September.
May 12, 2010
The Dangers of Content Flow
I wittily named this blog post after what I have been reading in Thomas Barnett’s The Pentagon’s New Map – the point being that the good thing about the internet is the content available and the bad thing about the internet is the content available.
Many posts ago I talked about how I would need to accept certain things about blogging (i.e. that it is public) in order to use this platform to tell my story and describe my experience. I have done so (slowly) but have yet to use the names of the people I meet (unless of course it is someone like the US Ambassador to Kuwait – since that is easily accessibly information). In its place, I have tried to use descriptors (as it is most relevant to this train of thought, “Lebanese Dentist” serves as a good example).
In doing so, however, it seems that I may be offending the masses. Since I have associated a distasteful experience with someone’s nationality (rather than using their name without consent), I may be coming off as racist, a supremacist, and nationalist. In line with all of these accusations of course, it was stated that my young republican friends probably find this funny and/or I am destined to be a Fox News commentator.
To this I say think what you like. I have by no means seen the world, but I am trying. I’ve been harassed in Spanish clubs, been accosted in the streets of Paris and Rome by overbearing men, had men follow me around the Turkish bazaar making kissy faces calling me Baby Spice, was verbally assaulted by a cab driver in Tunisia, nearly traded for live stock in Morocco, and was ripped off all across Egypt (see earlier post). All these things, I chalk up to experience. However, for the individual who went from slightly crossing the boundaries of comfort at a public event to cross the boundaries of appropriate behavior by contacting an individual who could leverage the operation of my organization in SW Asia against me, you are slimy. I don’t care who you are, what culture you hail from or what your profession is. I am an American woman and I think you are slimy. No amount of cultural immersion and worldly perspective will ever allow you to interfere with my ability to do my job.
As a reader, you can take what you like from my posts and I always appreciate feedback (good, bad and ugly). Please, however, understand that this is a blog. It is not perfect (or even proofread) and it intended to be a window for you into my strange world. If you read it regularly, I hope you see both event and emotional ups and downs that come with the territory. I live in a trailer in the desert where there is no genuine running water. Harassment is part of my job description. When I have the chance to be off base, I exist in a place with an inverse relationship between stores for “Western brands” and people seen in public looking “Western.” Everyday is an adventure and that is why I love being here. However, the learning and adoption curve is not always smooth (at least for me). I will continue to chronicle my experiences (positive and negative), and you can choose whether or not you read about it.
May 11, 2010
Castelli in Kuwait
For anyone who has read my last few posts, its clear that I am devolving into something unfortunately bitter. When I first got to Kuwait, I was told that I would need to get away every few months or the desert would get to me. I didn’t believe them, but, of course, its true. I will arrive in the states in 18 days. Until then, I had the opportunity to escape for a few hours and attend the opening ceremony of the Castelli in Kuwait exhibit at the Arraya Center.
Getting there was an adventure in and of itself. First I had to walk across Camp and into the USO in a dress (this shouldn’t seem like a big deal, but trust me – it is). The drive there was fine, until we actually had to find the building downtown. We drove in circles right up until starting time (at which point we parked in a closed company parking lot, paid the security guy 3KD and waltzed in just in time).
The event was incredibly interesting, as all good people watching sorties are. AMB Jones was there – working the room like a pro (in an awesome outfit might i add). It makes me laugh slightly that we have shaken hands and exchanged pleasantries multiple times now (I was always wearing the same outfit) and I would put money on the fact that she hasn’t the slightest idea as to who I am. She is convincing, I just know better.
This event (like others) confused my perception of what constitutes an awesome outfit. The modest but fashionable black dress was common. A few pant suits. All expected in a country with a reputation like Kuwait. Then there was a woman in a strapless number that may have been a Molly Ringwald reject when choosing dresses for pretty in pink. There were polka dots. There was street walker eye shadow. She was easily 40 years old. She at least matched compared to the women in a black striped button down shirt and pink ballerina skirt and oddly colored wedges. Did no one tell you this was Kuwait? A few miles south they (literally) stone women for things like this.
But, moving on with the evening’s narrative, I was introduced to an attache from the Italian Embassy (the event’s sponsor) and his wife (who was also wearing an incredible outfit). They decided to introduce me to a friend of theirs, a dentist from Lebanon. Lovely enough I suppose, but a little slimy for my taste (men of Mediterranean countries are not exactly my thing). I gave him (and everyone with a hand) my USO business card and left for the evening.
The following day I get a call from a number I don’t know. I answer. Its a US Army Major here in Kuwait. He tells me all the work he does for the USO and with our logistics folks to make sure things are running smoothly in SW Asia. Oh, then he tells me he is actually a friend of the dentist and is calling to ask me out on his behalf. He will even come to Camp Virginia and pick me up for the event.
Really? Did you really just do that? Not only does it wreak of sexual harassment, what makes you think I want to date someone who won’t call me himself? What makes you think I want to date some 40 year old Lebanese man? I was born in America, I am not trolling for a green card or anything.
Another “welcome to my life” moment.
I’ve been searched!
Don’t be alarmed. There is no such thing as privacy here. There were clearly two people and a dog traipsing through my room today. I hope it was Tony and Mike, two of our regular United Through Reading readers. That way they got to see my clean laundry (read: underwear) all over the place, my collection of history book and the remainder of my last care package. I will be judged. Perfect.
May 7, 2010
Kuwait Packing List…according to me
So I have had multiple hits on the blog for search terms similar to “packing for the USO in Kuwait.” I blogged a lot about my packing process, so I decided to post the list I made for one of our new employees at Camp Virginia. For others coming to Kuwait, they share rooms at LSA and they have showers in their chus at Buehring.
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Camp Virginia Packing List According to Megan
Clothes
- Dry-fit polos (I raided the Izod and Adidas outlets before I came out here)
- Workout clothes (I did not work out ever before coming here. Now I go to the gym every day. It is one of the few non-USO diversions that is available at all times.**No longer true.)
- Pants/shorts/capris of your liking (I personally would not wear skirts here)
- Handful of long sleeve tshirts
- A few light and a few heavier sweatshirts – Nights can be cool and windy nights can feel cold (The heaviest thing I have is a fleece Northface. I did, however, miss the coldest part of winter here from what I understand).
- 1 or 2 nice outfits (I would 1 that fits a business casual description and 1 that fits a formal business to cocktail description. I have a button down shirt/cotton jacket/nicer khakis outfit and a simple knee length black dress. You may never need the second, but its better to have it than scramble).
- Pajamas and/or something to wear to and from the showers (plan on walking about 50 yards to the shower – and plan on wind)
- Shoes: Sneakers/sandals/whatever makes you happy. You have to wear closed toes shoes to the Dining Facility (DFAC) and you will be standing on concrete a lot of the day.
Of course clothes really depend on your personal taste, but this is just based on what I have/wear. To work, we wear USO wear – you may want to bring some items you would like to have embroidered yourself – as many USO items really only come in men’s sizes (I had some things done today – It’s $5/shirt).
Showers
There are 2 female shower trailers in pad 1. Both have 8 showers and common space with a long bench in the middle to put your stuff on and hooks next to each shower. It doesn’t give you much privacy, unless you shower in the middle of the day when no one is there. The good news is that they are always cleaner than the men’s bathrooms.
- Shower shoes (if you bring 1 thing with you, make it this)
- Shower tote (Like I mentioned before, the shower is about 50 yards away and you have to carry your stuff to and from every time.)
- Your favorite stuff
- If you ever forget and leave something in the shower, it is probably not going to be there the next day.
- You can purchase stuff at our PX, but I use drugstore.com. Target, Walmart and many online stores will deliver to APO.
Rooms:
When I got to my room, it had 4 beds in it. I kept 2 of them – one for a bed and one for a make shift couch. Right now we have our own rooms, so you have your choice of beds (extras can go in storage) and 3 or 4 lockers. Each locker has hanging space, a long shelf across the top, a section that you can lock, and 5 other shelves. They sell hangers at the PX.
Your room may come with other furniture (such as a desk, night stand, book case, lamp, etc) but we can also help you acquire things once you are here as they are not standard.
As far as bedding and other décor, you can either buy stuff here at the PX, go into Kuwait City (which you will probably have a chance to do anyways) or order it online. Again, Target.com.
Other odd things that I brought or bought that I really appreciate having:
- Headbands – Helps control everything when it gets so windy
- Sunglasses – I wear glasses so I only have the one Rx pair, but I wear them outside from the time I get up until its dark.
- Wristlet – You can’t bring purses into the DFAC but I have a wristlet just big enough for my phone and keys (since many of my pants don’t have decent pockets) that passes.
- Accordion folder – You will have your passport, multiple copies of your orders, any foreign currency you acquire when traveling, items to submit to CIGNA (health insurance). It nice for keeping things organized. I am glad I have one.
- Small flashlight for your keychain (I got mine here at the PX). They latrines and port-a-johns don’t have lights L It sounds strange to use such things as your only bathroom facilities, but I swear they are cleaner than the ones you are picturing at a carnival or football stadium. Again, some are marked for women only and are usually cleaner than their counterparts for men.
The best advice that Steve gave me (and I didn’t really listen to) was travel light and ship the rest of your stuff ahead of you. In my experience, packages take about 1 week to get here from the day they ship. All your stuff can be here waiting here for you and you really only need to travel with a small suitcase with 4-5 days of stuff.
There is a library here. You can use the USO dvd collection in your room. But Amazon also delivers to APO is you want to purchase other sources of entertainment.


