I mean, that’s the lesson we should be taking from the whole Lisa Nowak astronaut love triangle debacle, isn’t it?
Certainly, Andrea Peyser thinks so:
ON EARTH, Lisa Nowak masqueraded as a brilliant rocket scientist, wife and mother of three.
But the diaper-wearing wacko-naut went into orbit – transforming into a scary, yet strangely familiar, creature.
She is the Amy Fisher of the space program.
This widely accomplished space lady, nicknamed “Robochick” for her skill at handling the space shut tle’s robotic arm, turns out to be just another sexually needy, fiercely aggressive wild child. Only this wack job was armed with pep per spray and – for reasons too icky to contemplate – a rubber hose.
Because she couldn’t actually BE a brilliant rocket scientist and crack pilot. She was just masquerading as one until her true, Long Island Lolita nature came out.
This astronaut thing? Just an act.
It makes you wonder if NASA should channel Dr. Freud. Or maybe Oprah. Because Lisa Nowak proves two things beyond doubt.
No matter how educated and accomplished a woman is, down below, there can live a murderous teen, equipped with a wicked jealous streak and a hair-trigger temper.
Well, gosh, Andrea. It’s not like there’s ever been an educated and accomplished man who’s ever snapped over a love affair gone wrong. Like, say, Sol Wachtler, former Chief Justice of the New York Court of Appeals, who pled guilty to harrassing his former mistress and her daughter and was imprisoned and disbarred. Or, Jesus, Rudy Giuliani, who wanted to move his mistress into Gracie Mansion while his wife and kids were still living there.
It’s not like being highly educated and accomplished cannot be accompanied by serious mental illness. In fact, there are many, many people suffering from serious mental disorders who are bright, even brilliant, and accomplished. Lisa Nowak may have kept it all under control while she was training for her shuttle mission and then lost it when it was over. Or she may have started losing it when three of her close friends died on the Columbia.
Last July, Lisa flew to the International Space Station aboard the shuttle Discovery, becoming one of just a few women to visit outer space. But it took a random guy, fellow astronaut Bill Oefelein, to play Joey Buttafuoco to her Amy.
Interestingly, Bill Oefelein is one of the few men to visit outer space. Both Nowak and Oefelein are among the few people to visit outer space. While there have been fewer female astronauts than male ones, it’s not like a male astronaut could be in any sense be “a random guy.” Jesus, how many astronauts does Peyser think there are? Joey Buttafuoco was truly a “random guy” in Amy Fisher’s life: she met him when she took her car to his shop for repairs. But you don’t just meet an astronaut like that.
So why would a lady toss away everything to don a wig and trench coat, pack a rubber hose, large knife, a mallet and pepper spray, strap on a Depends and drive 950 miles, allegedly to try to kill a woman who was her rival in love?
The answer is as obvious as the insane expression on Lisa’s face when caught.
She was crazy in heat. How very sad.
Peyser really thinks that being “in heat” explains it. And that any woman — no matter how successful or accomplished — is just one heartbreak away from the wig and the rubber hoses and the space diapers. Because women, poor dears, are emotional creatures and can’t be getting above themselves by thinking they belong in the space program or anywhere but the home.
Well, no. I know I poked some fun at this story for the sheer weirdness of it all, but it does appear that Lisa Nowak suffered some kind of mental breakdown at some point, and that her employer — which, after all, entrusts her to fly in a very expensive tin can through space — doesn’t get into the “private lives” of its employees. Meaning, that unless there’s some disaster, they rely on the initial psych screening from, say, 10 years earlier when the astronaut was admitted to the program. The astronaut who was at her side upon her return to Houston for arraignment — a man who lost his wife on the Columbia — has said that psychological services are available to astronauts, but that they are discouraged from making use of them. And if a man whose wife was killed doing the same job and flying the same equipment he does gets the impression that he’s going to be penalized for taking advantage of the officially-available services even in his time of grief, just how welcome do you think that an astronaut who lost only friends and coworkers would feel to discuss her own psychological issues?