This is a full post based on my response to a great analysis by @sedgewick-gayble
Let me start by saying that if you read Mordecai as being totally asexual/aromantic and any affection he has for other characters to be entirely platonic that is entirely valid and I respect that
However as this response by Tracy makes clear on the topic of fans reading Mordecai as gay there is an intentional ambiguity about it. Being 28 at the time of the main story his "lifestyle is certainly asexual" up to this point, yet "being ace and being gay are not mutually exclusive things" and people sometimes "don't know themselves or understand their own motivations all that well"
This leaves the possibility open that Mordecai is actively repressing his natural desires and feelings
Mordecai's early life didn't exactly provide much time or opportunity for "self discovery", even by the usual standards of the less than tolerant and understanding world of the early 20th century
Being born into an impoverished family and having his father die very early in his life leaving him and his Mother and two younger sisters in dire straits, Mordecai had to get to work and assume adult responsibilities pretty damn early.
As Tracy says "selling newspapers wasn't going to cut it" and so using his natural talent with numbers Mordecai starts bookkeeping for the mob. Is it any wonder someone with that background would develop such a serious and rigidly buttoned up demeanour?
Since being forced to abandon his mother and two sisters at the start of the 1920s and flee New York, being picked up by Atlas's due to his habit of collecting useful strays, Mordecai had very few people he was close to in St Louis. With his generally anti-social personality and not only lack of interest but discomfort with any sort of flirting or romantic entanglements, that would be unlikely to change
Side note: Probaby coincidence but
There are only two people who seem to make it onto that exclusive list of people that "count" for Mordecai, who he cares about and are able to bring things to the surface he would normally keep hidden
Atlas to Mordecai is not just an employer, he is the man who saved his life, the man who moulded a desperate fearful shabby young stray into the sharp professional he is today, who took him under his wing and made him his protege. Filling the empty space his father left in his life. His grief and desperate hunt for those responsible for his death are his big motivation (the strain of which is slowly tearing him apart)
That connection is undertsandable
Much more surprising on the surface is the bond with the partner Atlas teamed him up with soon after his arrival, Viktor Vasko.
The assumption at the start would have been that while their skill sets might compliment each other in the field there would have been no warmth in their dynamic.
Certainly not on Mordecai's part as Viktor appears to be a sum total of many things Mordecai hates. Viktor is unshaven, relatively casual in his attire, speaks a broken English, and hates people chattering or “noise, noise, noise” as he calls it. Clashing hard with his obsession with good grooming, high quality tailoring, correct grammar etc. Indeed Mordecai doesn't hesitate to nag/criticize Viktor for these things
Yet at the same time Mordecai has far better chemistry with Viktor than with anyone else, able to banter and bicker with him in a way you rarely if ever see with others
Its why when he gets tailored clothes for the first time Viktor is the first person he wants to show off too. Its why the one time he is intoxicated Viktor (and his large physique) are his chosen topic of converation. Its why at Christmas/Hanuhhah he gives him the gift of a tie while claiming its just because of the big guys poor fashion sense and that its "embarassing to be seen with him" (even that justification makes him sound like a nagging girlfriend)
A smaller detail is that during their iconic chess playing in the side content, set during their days staking out the remote town of Defiance, Viktor is shown very casually winning the game much to Mordecai's visible distress
This is hilarious but could also be taken as a metaphor for Viktor (possibly without even realizing it) breaking through his defensive emotional barriers
Something Mordecai doesn't know how to handle or respond to
The animated short only adds fuel to the fire
During their dispute over strategy Mordecai moves his face so close to Viktors that he almost knocks his cap off his head. His eyes at one point even dart down towards his mouth
Sharp eyed Vikdecai fans have also noted that Mordecai seems on some level to want the two of them to match
The tie being the same colour could simpy be Mordecai giving Viktor one of his own ties because its a joke gift and he just grabbed it on a whim to tease Viktor about his poor fashion choices
But think about the matching suits at the New Years party for 1926
I mean, seriously, not only is it the exact same style of suit in the same blue-grey colour distinct from everyone else, but they are standing in the perfect spots to be symmetrical to each other. Something that we all know means a lot to this compulsive man
Mordecai must have known there was going to be a big group photo ahead of time and then carefully planned this
Got matching suits made to his and Viktors measurements
Then most impressively convinced/nagged Viktor into cooperating (he may have taken off the tie and rolled up the sleeves but hey him playing along at all is quite a compromise from Viktor "I hate dressing up" Vasko)
Mordecai is intent on making Viktor retire and get out of danger, and avoid a situation where he gets sent to kill him by Marigold because he knows he could NOT do it, and his cover and investigation into Atlas's death would be over
He is horrified that Viktor is still working at Lackadaisy (though he again has to hide how much he cares) and that he has gotten not only hurt again but hurt by Mordecai again (albeit this time indirectly by stealing the guns)
Can this be read as simply platonic comradere? Absolutely
But there is something so *intense* in the fact he was willing to resort to kneecapping him. Its an extreme and desperate act that could only result from intense emotions, seemingly out of character for someone who tries very hard to appear logical and controlled.
While Vikdecai is a very fun ship when imagining them as an actual bickering married couple, I have often said that a tragic one-sided on Mordecai's part version of Vikdecai is the one that fits closest and surprisingly well into the canon.
His nagging and complaining about Viktor in that context take on a Tsundere aspect, both to protect himself from being found out and maybe even try and convince himself the uncomfortable alien feelings aren't there. He not only doesn't want others looking too hard at his feeling he doesn't want to examine them himself all that much
There is a heartbreaking but appealing angst to the idea of this extremely repressed man having such feelings for the first time in his life for his straight best friend and NOT knowing how to handle that. Having to perform the balancing act of being around him so much as his partner but being painfully aware that he can't let anyone catch on, especially not Viktor himself, as it would likely destroy his bond with the only person in town other than Atlas he is close to.
Though tragically he did that anyway later via the kneecapping, which while about trying to keep Viktor safe, he may now looking back try and tell himself its actually somehow "better" for Viktor to hate him for that
Because the big guy now wrongly thinks the feeling is mutual and that Mordecai never really cared about him, which may be better than (what Mordecai assumes would be) disgust at his partners doomed more than platonic feelings
Because he sees those feelings and his situation as a sad perfectly structured joke life has played on him
In 1978, Jill E. Brown-Hiltz was hired as a pilot for Texas International Airlines, making her the first African American woman pilot at a major airline. But it didn't always look like her dreams would come true.
Growing up in Baltimore, Maryland, she always wanted to fly more than anything else but she ended up graduating with a degree in Home Economics and began teaching.
In 1974, however, Brown enlisted in the U.S. Navy, where she was admitted into the Navy's flight training program. She was the first African American woman in the program but felt that the Navy wasn’t for her. After six months, she was honorably discharged.
Her next job was at Wheeler Airlines, where she worked her way up from a ticket counter clerk to pilot, logging enough hours as a pilot to quality for a job at a major airline.
Texas International Airlines (TIA) later hired Brown as a pilot when she was just 28-years old, and she made history. However, because she believed that she was only hired because of her race, she decided to only stay with the airline for a year.
It’s estimated that African American women only make up about 0.01% of all commercial pilots in the country. Brown was definitely a pioneer in a field that is still dominated by white men. Because of her early accomplishments, Brown continues to inspire many other Black and minority women who aspire to be pilots as well.
But her success has not always been easy. For example, in 1990, Brown sued United Airlines for discrimination because she applied three times and was never hired. The lawsuit was unsuccessful, but it opened the doors for her to advocate for others who are victims of discrimination in the airline industry.
I still think I was onto something when I said that Kim's fixation on the revolutionary air brigades felt kind of like a kid with glasses really wanting to be a firefighter and then learning that you can't be a firefighter if you don't have natural 20/20 visiom because the heat would melt plastic or cause burns from metal frames and contacts weren't a safe choice either. It feels a lot like that. He wanted to work on those aerostatics but couldn't because of his eyesight
THE PATRIARCHY, FRANKIE BABY!!! Come shoot with us, it's fun!
This year, International Women's Day combines with Frankie Friday to form the International let’s beat up the patriarchy to a pulp and set it on fire and then come home to Frankie and get railed dumb day!!
(WASHINGTON) – Omni Air International (Omni Air) pilots who are represented by the Airline Professionals Association-Teamsters Local 1224 voted to authorize a strike, with 100 percent of participating members voting in favor of the action. Today’s strike authorization allows Teamsters Local 1224’s leadership to call a strike on behalf of the pilot group, if necessary and when legally permitted under the Railway Labor Act (RLA).
“This overwhelming vote should be a clear wake up call to Omni’s management team that enough is enough,” said Captain Paul Rodell, a member of the Omni Air Pilots Executive Council. “It’s time for Omni to come to the bargaining table to reach an agreement on a pilot contract that recognizes our contributions to this company.”
Omni Air pilots have been in negotiations for an amended collective bargaining agreement for nearly three years. Progress toward a new contract has stalled, despite eight months of federally mediated negotiations. Other labor groups at the company, including Omni Air’s flight attendants and dispatchers are facing similar circumstances.
It's 3am, and I have come to share words of wisdom: write for yourself. Write to make yourself happy, first and foremost. Kudos, views, comments, etc are a bonus that comes after.
"You know Mav", Ice turned to him as the training debriefing started, "that was a pretty smooth move up there." Maverick smiled at him, a blush creeping onto the apples of his cheeks, "Thanks." He turned away, embarrassed that even just a compliment from his classmate brought that god-awful rouge to his face. Thinking about it only made it worse, the tips of his ears turning pink. Ice noticed, keeping his eyes on the brunet.
"Damn, what's got you looking like that?" Slider joined the two, sliding into the closest seat. His eyes flickered between Ice and Mav, who he had watched from a distance as they conversed.
"Probably the heat," he grinned, "always seems to follow me around." Ice rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.
"Oh you shut up you," Slider retorted.
It took a while for the blush to disappear from Maverick's face, and by the time they had hit the showers and returned to their living quarters, it was all Ice could think about. There was something that sparked deep inside of him, though he couldn't put a finger on it.
Despite his internal conflicts, he made it his mission to make that cocky motherfucker blush as much as he could. He winked. He got up and close, leaning in slightly before pulling away. And sometimes, just sometimes, he would praise the other pilot. As much as he despised Maverick's clear ego problem, it was perhaps the most effective way.
It took not even two weeks for a confrontation. From Slider. It was a few days after he had switched his and Mav's shirts, just to see him blush when Ice pointed it out.
"You know Ice, I'm not sure what's going on, but you've been going out of your usual ways to tease Maverick," they were walking to their quarters, "And before you say anything, I'm all for teasing him and getting on his nerves because I hate his guts sometimes, but you're going far man."
"It's all just a little fun isn't it?" Ice chuckled.
"Yeah but switching your shirts? You know, with all that DADT talk, the others could build suspicions."
"I'm not gay Slider."
"I know, I know, I just want you to be safe, I'm your RIO after all."
The history of the first women who flew is a tale of breathtaking bravery and lives cut tragically short.
On 8 March 1910 — 113 years ago today — Raymonde de Laroche, a former Parisian stage actress, became the first licensed female pilot in the world.
Nine years later, she was killed when the experimental aircraft she was flying dove into the ground.
Harriet Quimby, a well-known journalist, became the first American woman to obtain a pilot’s license in 1911.
She died a year later when her new plane pitched her into Boston Harbor.
In 1921, Bessie Coleman was the first Black woman to receive a pilot’s license — she had to travel to France to find a flight school that would teach her.
But five years later, she was killed when a wrench got caught in her plane’s controls, sending the plane plummeting.
Flying was perilous in aviation’s earliest days.
"The planes were flimsy contraptions fashioned from bamboo, wire and fabric,” according to the late historian Eileen Lebow.
They didn’t have seat belts or even a roof to hold the pilot should the aircraft flip over.
Yet women like Laroche, Quimby and Coleman were willing to risk their lives for the freedom that flights promised.
“Aviation was a new profession seemingly free from the gender expectations and sex typing that limited women elsewhere,” noted historian Susan Ware at the National Air and Space Museum’s inaugural Amelia Earhart Lecture in Aviation History in 2022.
“Women were getting in at the beginning.”
For many of them, the thrill of flying was intoxicating but so was the opportunity to be assessed on their own merits.
“These women wanted to be judged as human beings rather than as women,” says Ware.
Coleman especially saw flight as a path toward broader gender and racial equality.
"I knew we had no aviators, neither men nor women, and I knew the Race needed to be represented along this most important line,” she said shortly after she returned to the United States from France in 1921.
“I thought it my duty to risk my life to learn aviating and to encourage flying among men and women of the Race who are so far behind.”
Before she died, she’d planned to open a flight school that would welcome African American aviators.
Many early women fliers shared the dream that achievement in this field would lead to more independence.
As one journalist and amateur pilot wrote in 1930, “A woman who can find fulfillment in the skies will never again need to live her life in some man’s spare moments.”
Some of that independence would come from the ease of travel that aviation promised in its earliest incarnation.
Many people, including Amelia Earhart, believed at first that airplanes would become as commonly owned by families as bicycles and automobiles already had.
Other women embraced the financial independence that they thought the new field would offer.
Neta Snook, whose first solo flight was in a plane she rebuilt, made her living by offering up her plane for aerial advertising, test flying experimental aircraft, taking paying passengers up for aerial tours, and teaching beginning fliers, including Earhart.
Gladys Roy, on the other hand, earned good money as a stunt pilot, dancing the Charleston and playing tennis on the wings midflight for amazed crowds at air shows.
(Snook retired from aviation when she became pregnant in her mid-twenties and lived to be 95; Roy died at 25 when she accidentally stepped into a propeller.)
Sisters Katherine and Marjorie Stinson took a more long-term approach, establishing a flight school in Texas with their mother and brother that trained, among others, Canadian pilots in the run up to World War I.
When the U.S. entered the war, the country’s civil aviation — including the Stinson School for Flying — was shut down.
Katherine went to Europe to serve as an ambulance driver while Marjorie became an aeronautical draftsman for the Navy.
War and the development of commercial aviation conspired to dampen women’s hopes of equality in the air.
Experienced women pilots such as LaRoche and Katherine Stinson volunteered to serve in their countries’ nascent air forces during World War I.
They were denied, the military preferring to train unseasoned men.
The same pattern occurred in World War II, although Women’s Airforce Service Pilots (WASPs) did ferry U.S. military planes as civilian pilots during the conflict.
(The Soviet Union, however, had three female air combat regiments.)
The dream of every family owning a private plane never did materialize; the infrastructure required would have been too extensive.
Instead, the commercial aviation industry developed, hiring men — many of whom had been trained as pilots by the military.
It was no use pointing out, as Earhart did, that "if women had access to the training and equipment men had we could certainly do as well."
Helen Richey became the first female commercial pilot in 1934 but was hounded out of her job.
The U.S. Commerce Department, under pressure from the all-male pilots’ union, decreed that women weren’t allowed to fly scheduled routes in bad weather.
(They’d previously considered “grounding female pilots for nine days a month during menstruation,” according to Ware).
There wouldn’t be another female commercial pilot until 1973, when Emily Howell Warner was hired by Frontier.
Woke up to a phone call this morning to say that my flight lesson was cancelled today. Total bummer. Only then to have said phone call followed up with a, “Buttttttttt we only have to cancel because we have to make a cargo run instead to the North Island. Wanna co-pilot for the trip for free instead?”
UH, YES I DO?? FREE TRIP TO NEW ZEALAND’S NORTH ISLAND WHICH I’VE NEVER BEEN TO??