When I was a kid, I thought it would be sooo cool to be an astronaut. I desperately wanted to go to Space Camp (and dreamt, too, of getting accidentally launched into space like in the movie). I was determined to rock a marshmallowy space suit. When the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up, I mourned it the way other people mourn the untimely death of a rock star. And the coolest thing of all about being astronaut, in my mind, was how it would win the approval of my Hardass Asian Dad, who occasionally worked for NASA.
Astronauts have always maintained their rock star-mystique for me, long after I gave up the dream. That is, until yesterday, when a few of them aboard the International Space Station drank their own (purified) piss:
Know what? It’s really not so cool to be an astronaut after all.
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