Shut your cock holster.
If you can be trained to give a 9-line under stress, you can be trained to keep your eyes, mouth, crotch, opinion, and hands to yourself in a communal shower.
And if your drooling, teeth-impaired, cousin-groping, got-a-31-on-the-ASVAB ass can't get it right the first time, that's what remediation is for.

Oh, and those of you bitching about combat effectiveness?
Leave the trans troops alone. (You know, those guys who've been allowed to serve openly for a year, and now just found out their oaths don't matter on fucking TWITTER!)
Go get some kid's face out of a screen.
(y'know, with a parent's permission).
We're looking at 8 out of 10 graduating HS kids being too obese to serve by the next presidential election.
That's so many orders of magnitude bigger a priority than trans troops, the cost of surgery for active duty is a fucking rounding error by comparison.
You want America to be combat effective?
Get the fuck off your ass.
Get the kids in the area off their asses.
Coach little league.
Teach Karate.
Supervise the Pokemon Go stops in your local parks.
Find a lunch lady and cover a couple of kids that haven't paid up their tabs lately.
Whatever the fuck it takes. Go get some kids healthy and moving.
And during your cooldown, go read up, so the next time you flap your yap, you sound better.

You know, as fucked up as DADT was, neither Clinton nor Bush nor Obama were asshole enough to lift the ban for a year, allowing honorably serving members to serve openly, before playing taksies backsies.
Fuck you in the heel spurs, sir.
The only thing making me smile right now is the thought of Secretary Mattis kicking in a door, drawing a knife-hand right in the middle of the oval office, and saying, "What the fuck, sir?! Motherfucker....!"
... Shit, Mattis is on leave this week. No wonder.
That's a couple of conference calls turning the air blue.

Pondered for a while the various roles we play in our lives.
We're all ourselves, obviously, but different relationships bring about different reactions. You don't treat your mom like your sibling, or your coworker like your customer.
And a great deal of interpersonal conflict comes with treating one sort of relationship like a different kind. We see it in all manner of things from "stop kissing the boss's ass" to "mind your place."
A lot of the more active incidents during my time working in security came from people who thought they could treat me like the waiter while I was on duty.
Bear in mind, this is NOT a case of my ego needing fulfillment, but a case of everyone involved performing the societal roles we chose to take on.
However, in the arts world I see a blurred line.
Specifically, that between coworker and audience member ("fan" is a subset).
Etiquette hasn't quite caught up to this, especially social media wise.
I can only speak from my own sense of decorum. But it boils down to, "don't treat a colleague like an audience member."
An expansion, I think, on "don't treat a coworker like a customer."
It's not that one is inherently greater or lesser, but they are different. And mixing them up denotes not paying attention, if not a lack of respect.
So, if I work on a project with someone and they add me, cool. That's a network contact. Fair enough.
However, the next direct contact needs to reinforce that.
If I do a project with someone, they add me, and the next contact I get from them is asking for a like, a view, or (Odin help me), some crowdfunding link?
Now they've approached me as a colleague, then treated me like an audience member.
And pissed me off in the process.
Maybe I'm a rare bird in this, but I don't think I'm particularly off-base.
And I'm starting to call people out about it.
Its amazing how people react when they put out a badly personalized request only to be met with a neutral, "why?"
So tell me, braintrust: do I have some kind of emotional quirk about this or am I being legit in my affrontery here?