Working for world peace is not something that we men have thought much about. Conquering, dividing and colonizing other civilizations and neighborhoods have kept us mighty busy. And we’re very good at it. In fact, if there weren’t any women on the Olympic committee, pillaging and plundering would be Olympic sports.
But now there is some incentive for men to promote world peace—it seems to be a viable alternative to global economic ruin. They figure that this could be accomplished in only one or two decades for as little as eight gazillion dollars and would not interfere with their golf schedules.
Women, on the other hand, if given the power and authority, could create world peace in one afternoon in between working full-time, phone calls, shopping, changing diapers, and cleaning house. Establishing peace is second nature to them—and costs little, if anything.
Take this simple example: when a child comes home from school and tells her father that someone hit her, the father will take on a second job just to pay for karate classes after telling his child, “Don’t you worry. After six months (and twelve hundred dollars) at the best dojo in town, you’ll be able to kick that kid’s butt.” Despite the fact that he and his child came in last in the community’s Thanksgiving potato sack race, he’ll push the poor kid into a mental state of aggression without realizing that the original “hitting” incident was a result of the other child in question accidentally tripping over a Lego.
If the child approaches his mother about such an episode, she will ferret out the truth, explain what an accident is, and then fix some cookies and milk. In a few minutes, the whole thing is over and forgotten. The price? Two dollars and thirty-eight cents—the cost of a good pair of shoelaces. Compare that with the male alternative of twelve hundred bucks—enough to buy the entire inventory of a shoe store in
Bolivia.
The bombing of
Hiroshima is a perfect large-scale example of the masculine mentality at work. Near the end of the Second World War, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Japan was given the chance for peace via the Potsdam Declaration which was signed by the U.S., Great Britain and China. The Japanese cabinet was leaning toward accepting these terms but, demonstrating that the fragile ego of the male mind is indeed universal, was busy figuring out how to “save face” in the eyes of their people in such a way that the accord would appear to be their idea in the first place. Their response included the word “mokusatsu,” an ambiguous term which can be translated as either “withholding comment” or “ignoring.” The Japanese news agency, Domei, resorted to the latter translation which, in addition to inaccurately representing the sentiments of Prime Minister Suzuki, infuriated the
U.S. leaders who, with their own porcelain egos to protect, decided to nuke them into submission.
If the world were run by women in this same situation, the U.S. President would send the Potsdam Declaration over to the Japanese Prime Ministress with a bouquet of flowers which would include a note asking Her Eminency to sign the document and RSVP regarding a White House celebrity ball featuring live music from Shakira. The Declaration would be signed immediately, although days would be spent deciding what to wear to the event so as not to upstage the entertainment—and mass destruction and genocide would be completely avoided in the process.
What did the male solution cost? Between constructing bombs, building planes, training pilots and buying $3,000 government approved tool kits similar to the ones sold at WalMart for $8.95, the price we paid was billions of dollars and an obscene amount of human casualties. The cost of the women’s solution? An afternoon shopping spree on the Ginza, a round trip plane ticket to
Washington D.C., and nary a casualty—a shoestring budget by anyone’s standards. So let’s give women the reigns of power for a change. In the process of ushering in an era of peace, I’m sure they will demonstrate they can beat men in both price and efficiency, not to mention style.