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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Why I Should Go to Mars

In the debate over women in the military, the question of physical ability is often raised as a sort of trump card—no matter my philosophical reasons, what if men are just more physically capable of performing the job?

Here’s an interesting mental game to play: what if there were a job for which women were physically better suited?  Not mother or wet-nurse or fine needlework but astronaut?

According to a NASA contractor’s analysis, women use far less resources than men to stay alive—the female metabolic system simply requires less, particularly if one compares smaller women to larger men.  So a mission to somewhere such as Mars, when the weight of the launch adds money, could save by choosing a crew of small female astronauts instead of bulky men.

Actually, based on the women described in the article, I have a fairly decent body type for a Mars mission.  The Captain, by way of contrast, is approximately my size, yet consumes more calories than I do.  (Maybe not now when my body is feeding the little one as well as me, but certainly during regular life.)  So if I get pinged for the Mars mission, I will have to leave him behind. 


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