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Maybe, but it wouldn’t be done yet.
OSHA rule(s) back then:
1) Try not to fall
END
No
Heavy steel and stone with ‘no protection’…
Nope…NEVER…forget it.
Will a female quarterback survive the first 5 minutes in a NFL game…?
NO
STOP! Of Course the Chrysler couldn’t have been built. Those men were amazing and didn’t care about the building height or fear of how high they were.
God Bless us all!
That was damn funny!
But to answer your question, not with today’s American women.
I work with a lot of Hispanic women, and they are very hard workers. Just like the immigrants of generations past. It’s a matter of perspective – those who have and those who want to have.
Nobody died during the Chrysler building construction, but 5 men died while building the Empire State building, which was under construction at the same time.
When I was a suit and tie guy, at a certain shithole, and was finally TOLD to go to the Bureau Chief’s meetings there were only a few women in there. That was no big deal… they didn’t have much to say.
But the longer I was there the more men died off, or retired, and were replaced by sometimes two women at a time. It became a farce. Well, it was already borderline farcical, but it slowly became Kafkaesque, tiresome, and completely void of logic, custom, and useful output.
10 men in a room will hand the reins to the guy who will do the job.
10 women in a room?
Bah! Humbug!
I’m not being shitty about women… I suppose I’m being shitty about liberal women, because every one of them was a retarded democrat maggot who thought the world was some fucking magical place where they could argue for two hours, accomplish nothing, and still expect some deadline met for some 1.5 million dollar job that hadn’t even had the salient shit in concrete yet.
It was awful. I retired, too.
@Jethro – there was a FAMOUS competition…1931..and the beginning of the…Depression…
Crazy.
Ghost
Women built a bridge down in Florida a couple years ago. It collapsed the day after it was finished.
They wore soft fedoras, what’s a hard-hat?
There are ALWAYS exceptions where some women can easily out do men, perhaps in dexterity, maybe in mental acuity, perhaps even physical strength at times.
But, there IS and always HAS been an advantage by men throughout the ages when it comes to physical, overall strength.
I worked at an incinerator with a 250ft stack. The cone on the top needed inspected. A man was hired to climb it by setting ladder sections one by one by hand. He set the first one whipped a cable around the stack to secure it,pulled up another section plugged it into the top of the first climbed it whipped another cable and lashed that section and so on until by noon he reached the top. I went and had lunch with this wild man, He was a calm, quiet, small fellow. I had to ask him if he worries about falling. He said yes and took a bite of his sandwhitch looked at me and asked if i had anymore questions and laughed. We ended up talking about boats for the rest of the break.
It’s kinda refreshing to argue about something besides how mentally deficient Lieden is.
Feminism killed it for those of us who would like men to be men.
What I noticed in these meetings was the men focused on their individual part of the greater “job”.
The women had no desire to hear about fire code, electrical code, building code, or even telephones and computers.
“Put a wall here.”
“That’s direct violation of fire safety.”
“Hmmph! What about this color of monkey fur?”
Monkey fur is sound deadening wall treatment.
They could argue for five months over the color of the monkey fur. FIVE MONTHS.
…I kind of enjoy one of the buildings I work in, because it’s a turn-of-the-century (19th to 20th) factory building from the no-frills era of factory design, sawtooth roofs, cast-iron supports, handmade bricks and everything.
Its a largish building with a high crane bay in the center that was once served by a 25 ton bridge crane that has a badge that shows it predates the Titanic by 7 years, and there are two smaller bays in a cruciform angle, like the layout of the transept of Notre Dame, served by smaller 10 ton bridge cranes. All are idle now as they probably ran out of parts fir them 75 years ago and the new owner doesn’t need them, but the brute force columns holding all this current and potential weight up are fascinating because they are riveted together visibly using the same techniques used in the aforementioned Titanic, rivets heated up red-hot, held with tongs, and slammed into holes with primitive pneumatic jackhammers that gave them the characteristic imperfectly curved shape on their heads. I went to a Titanic exhibit years ago that had a large section of the actual outer hull, and it’s rivet work looked exactly the same.
I have no idea what this building’s original purpose was, I see remnants of forges and blowers and overhead belt systems, but it’s been through two worlds wars so it’s likely that ag least one incarnation produced heavy iron, perhaps cannon, for one war or another. Whatever records there were are lost in the mists of time, as even the road outside has changed names according to the whims and prejudices of the century, and it was just one of dozens of factories in the immediate area and no one cares if they come or go, as long as there’s another one to work at somewhere else.
You can tell there was no deliberate though to aesthetics, but it has a raw, industrial beauty nonetheless. The care that was used in those arched, riveted steel beams I mentioned demonstrates a skill and pride in workmanship you just don’t see today, and has lasted 11 decades and counting. The bricks, irregular of design because they were made by hand and fired locally, are arched and keyed in doorways and since-bricked in windows that draws the eye agreeably to the opening they frame. There’s even a complicated rainwater collecting system with a cistern under part of the warehouse that was once used for drinking water fir workers that still works, althogh it’s original purpose has long since been outlawed. There’s even a section in what I assume was once the engine room where for dozens of years various workers for reasons of their own wrote weather observations on the painted (probably with lead paint) brick, so I know about snowstorms on specific days in the ’20s and rainy days in the ’50s from that.
But to me, the most fascinating thing about it is the fact that those men, mostly low skilled and lightly educated, with a minimum of tools other than strength of hand and knowledge of construction, built a very unique edifice that stands still as their monument, for none of the people who built it, can still be alive. They would have had to be in their teens or; 20s when it was raised, so they’d have to be 114 odd years old now to still be alive, so it seems more likely time has claimed them all.
The building outlived its builders. I can think of no better tribute to the era and their skills than that.
I also work in a different building that has parts that date only to 1960, with hollow doors and generic steel walls. Somehow, that seems a poor candidate for remaining extant in 2133.
Men just seemed to be more diligent in the past, not content with simply building, but with using it to show their skill and personal pride in workmanship, an ethic so strong that I can see it even today, in a structure that looks like nothing else in the area.
Things aren’t built today, they’re just assembled and sold. You can’t feel caring in the modern, only aggravation and anxiety among the builders who just want to get done and get out.
Victor Hugo was right.
Modern functionality has taken the sermons in stone from us, with cheap materials meant only for quick gain. Pride supplanted by greed.
When I look at these old structures, I can only sorrow for what we’ve lost in ourselves as a people, as the one race of mankind.
We still build.
We just don’t care anymore.
And it shows.
…oh, how it shows…
Heretic- I remember that. How embarrassing.
SNS, quite so.
I was in the Dupont CO, in DC, in the battery room working on the key concentrators and had to take a piss.
This sounds like I’m making a joke.
I found the shithouse on that floor and was astounded.
It was a 1920s shithouse that stopped in time.
It was all made of natural translucent green stone. It was beautiful.
It was just a shithouse… but it was incredible. Everything was brass, beautiful porcelain in that art deco stepped fashion, and this incredible translucent green stone… that was also beautifully stepped.
Erik
MARCH 12, 2021 AT 11:33 PM
…exactly. Even the mundane was given attention to detail, built by craftsmen and not day laborers carted in by pickup truck from Home Depot parking lots.
Quality was just expected then.
…but all we expect now is to do as little as possible, as cheaply as possible, enough to meet some government requirement and no more.
And by so doing, we’ve cheapened both the buildings, and those who labor in them.
Little wonder then that “Personnel” departments now simply manage “Human Resources” from within characterless too-big general-purpose spaces subdivided by bland carpet-walled cubicles. A cheaper look for a cheaper time.
…so we shouldn’t be surprised when the product they produce is markedly cheaper as well…
Reminds me of radio tower climbers. Running up a multi-thousand foot tower to change a light bulb. They are “allowed” to do it without a tether tied to them because continually attaching it every section would exhaust the climber too quickly. I get nauseous watching videos of it.
ǝpɐɥsʇɥɓᴉuɹǝdnS The old Niagara falls power station is a good one also. I believe they are going to have public tours soon.
Chrysler Building? … hell, they be re-building the Notre Dame Cathedral well in to the next century!
(& that’s w/ men!)
aside: I worked in industrial/commercial construction for over a decade, starting in 1970, working my way up to Master Electrician, & got back in to it as a Chief Construction Inspector & Project Manager P.E., for one of the largest Water/Wastewater Utilities in the US, in the ’90’s. In the interim, I was an Electrical/Mechanical & Instrumentation Maintenance Technician & also a Process Control Technician.
I never once worked with, or around, a woman that advanced beyond her initial job description … correct that … I worked w/ a female instrumentation technician that became the security system guru for the entire company security (over one main facility, 10 satellite facilities, & over 130 remote facilities). we became great friends & she was one of my most trusted confidants. also had several female ‘helpers’ (classified as ‘mechanics’ or ‘operators’) … none lasted longer than 2 years.
disclaimer: this is purely anecdotal & considered as ’empirical evidence’ … it’s not as if it’s a survey of 150 people presented as ‘Science©️’
“Angels unaware” Hebrews 18:1-2.
1 Let brotherly love continue.
2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
You better believe angelic hosts of Heaven were assisting and protecting those men. The days when most Americans recognized and obeyed God’s authority. Blessings and the miraculous overflowed.
more jibberish commenting to SNS’s story …
did a lot of work in ’30’s & ’40’s constructed Sewage Pumping Stations, Dams & Water Treatment Plants. fantastic construction!
we had a Water Treatment Plant that was constructed in 1942 that was made completely out of steel. crazy to think that during WWII we were producing so much steel for the war effort that we actually had so much that we could just give it to water utilities to build control buildings, holding tanks, processing plants, treatment facilities & massive standpipes & reservoirs.
I think of all that steel that could have gone to the military effort, but wasn’t due to our massively produced surplus
think about it … yes, we were a confident ass-kicking bunch in those days
sadly, so much of our spirit has been trampled by the ‘progressive’ administration & teaching of the last 3 generations
we can’t/won’t stand up to Mexicans/Central Americans … you think we’ll stand against the Canadian Chinese?
Do you see women lining up to carpenters, plumbers, bricklayers, or electricians? No, you don’t. Drive by any work site, and try to spot a woman actually building something. If you do see a woman, most likely she’s either a worker’s wife or girlfriend stopping by to see someone, a realtor, a buyer checking on a site’s progress, or someone from code enforcement. Men and women work in two completely different worlds, regardless of what the feminists say.
^^^ Oops! Hebrews 13:1-2
With a very carefully selected crew of women, maybe.
But the building would have central air freshener piping and most of the rooms would be full of throw pillows.
I have seen a few who could construct a modest home on their own (with minimal help) and do a great job, but I’ve seen the aftermath of much of their carpentry and if, and that is a big if, it ever gets completed the majority of it, and by a wide margin, leaves a lot to be desired.
Not without a maternity flight suit. Thank God Team Biden was able to pull of the coup. Maybe now we can find out.
Go on Youtube. Type in “Fred Dibnah, Steeplejack” and prepared to be amazed.
…as far as the “female” aspects of this, I have never worked a Construction trade but I HAVE worked “typically” male trades like Fire/EMS, Automotive Repair, and Industrial Technical Maintenance and Industrial Electrical maintenance, Automation, and Robotics. In all of those, I did and DO have female counterparts, but by and large its been my experience that women tend to avoid these things because they tend to be dirty, heavy, and sweaty.
I worked with very few women in garages, and those that I did see tended to fit the “Puss In Boots” stocky, mannish, maybe lesbian stereotype fairly well, right down to crew cuts abd flannel shirts. Never had any problem with them personally, but they never seemed to last long either. Working on cars you tend to start with scut work like busting tires and changing batteries, and I’ve had everything from icebergs to scorpions fall on me from underneath people’s cars, so things can be dirty and heavy and many women are simply not built to hustle mudder tires onto truck rims quickly, and so do not. I never saw any sort of EEOC type issues arise from it, but they DID make us take down the tool company calendars that featured models in saucy underwear for…some reason…but the tool companies stopped making them after awhile, so that’s not really a problem now.
The fire agency I ran with had a split design at the time, where everyone was required to run EMS, but Fire was optional. Again the women self-segregated mostly to the EMS side, but we DID have a couple that wanted to burn, one was a fairly large woman that was the wife of another firefighter that was more of an issue for her size than anything else, as when I was Air Officer on some scenes she always looked like she was about to have a heart attack so I’d sit her ass down and refuse to give her a bottle until she could actually prove she could breathe without gasping again, but other than that she was OK and didn’t have trouble with most tools as she outweigh them. The other one that sticks out was this tiny girl that was a fully adult women, but was so small we had to custom order TOGS, boots, and helmet and mask for her because these things didn’t normally come in child sizes. She had a big heart but you simply couldn’t put her on a nozzle because it would knock her tiny ass backwards into the guy behind her from the reaction force, and she couldn’t carry much or swing an axe effectively just because she was little. They let her do whatever she could, but she’s definitely not going to drag a 200 pound fallen fellow firefighter in 50 pounds of gear out of a fire, so you had to be careful who she was with. She proved to be too much of a temptation for a fellow firefighter who proved to be pervy and got himself fired and brought up on charges for fondling her feet without asking IN A FULL BUNKHOUSE one night, but that’s a different story for another day. That was the only EEOC type issue I saw there too, there just weren’t that many women at the time that wanted the rough play.
Women are a LARGE part of the line workers in factories, and also well represented in most levels of management and lab services, and the cute ones get the cake Quality jobs for…some reason, but in my quarter century at that I’ve seen very few in mechanic roles there either. Again these things tend to have a heavy, dirty, smelly component and you have to climb on every damn thing because of poor engineering (“Put the wire in the pipe and the pipe in the way” seems to be their motto), but the ones I’ve seen at that tend to be less dykie than their auto counterparts, maybe because there IS relatively easy computer type work to do, and DO get into romantic problems with fellow male staff and management (not ME, thank God, I’m a bit past that sort of thing now and learned a VERY harsh lesson in that once anyway, but that’s a different story for another day too), but they can and do perform the job adequately. Again though, they are just physically smaller and built differently, so they can’t push recalcitrant automated vehicles well or climb behind guard feces because their boobs get in the way, but other than that they can do and are allowed to do, but very few WANT to do.
…so from the tiny bubble I live in, it looks like God made us different because He intends us to do different things, and the differences physically, emotionless, and mentally tend to drive us to some roles and away from others, whether we acknowledge them or not.
God made us different. We live most happily if we live with that difference.
And I say, “Vive La Différence”!
Requiring hand eye dexterity, women are excellent helicopter pilots, have a niece who is a Sea Stallion instructor.
Had a buddy, worked a sewer treatment plant on a federal installation.
Memo said he had to hire a woman, repeated pleas to the unemployment office went unheeded.
It was a cush job, watch gauges and turn stuff on and off when the sensors told you to.
The whole “sewer treatment”, scared them off.