I’m not really sure what even to make of this:
Check out this teaser for the upcoming issue of Maxim: “They’re drop-dead gorgeous and can take apart an Uzi in seconds.” Oh yes, the big guns were brought out for the cover of the July issue: We’re talking former Israeli soldiers … in bikinis. It gets better yet: The spread was arranged as a public relations effort by Israel’s New York consulate after research revealed that the country is largely irrelevant to most young American men. David Dorfman, a consulate media adviser, told the Associated Press: “Males that age have no feeling toward Israel one way or another, and we view that as a problem, so we came up with an idea that would be appealing to them.” Cue the breasts!
It’s sort of a perfect storm of neocon dreams: hot Israeli soldier girls using their feminine wiles to attract a whole generation of jaded American men to Israel’s corner of the fertile crescent. Indeed, one can almost imagine Charles Johnson, Glenn Reynolds, and Roger L. Simon reading the new issue of Maxim in adjoining men’s room stalls, all silent except for the occasional breathy “Heh! Indeed!” from Insty.
But while neocons are undoubtedly already queuing up for the opportunity to see hot Israeli soldier-on-soldier action, actual Israeli politicians aren’t quite as sanguine:
Lawmaker Colette Avital, a former Israeli consul general in New York, called for the House to debate “the pornographic campaign to encourage tourism to Israel, sponsored by the Tourism and Foreign Affairs ministries.” (The minister of tourism denies sponsorship.) In case you’re unclear what Avital is getting at, she reiterated that it was an attempt to develop “a sex tourism industry.”
Whether or not Israel is hoping to become a hot destination for the Bangkok set remains to be seen, but there’s no question that this is a part of the offensive by Israeli and American Israelophiles alike to get us back and on the side of the plucky nation, beset on all sides by the mean and nasty Muslims. And if they have to use sex to do it, then they’ll do it.
I consider myself a friend of Israel, one who thinks sometimes, like a self-destructive friend, Israel needs to be sat down for a stern talking to. But guess what? While I think a woman who can kill me seventeen different ways is indeed attractive, there are women possessed of those skills all over the world. And Israel, a nation that faces more problems than I can address in less than a treatise, has more important things to do with their soldiers than get them pictorial spreads.