Reminds me of when I was a 21yr Plt Off at Changi. Shortly after our arrival the squadron held an all-ranks party in the Malcolm Club. My 18 year old bride got incredibly pissed off at being addressed as 'my dear child' by Mrs Stash; this was followed by a coffee morning invite by a flight commander's wife. After she got home she said 'never ever expect me to go to one of those awful things again; I'm fed-up with being talked down to!' We hadn't learnt the word patronise then!
So bang went my future career before I had had time to screw it up myself.
Years later, after she had started the area's art group and became the chairman and now life-president, I think she would have made a fantastic career officer's wife.I would have been the weak link!