Raven,
My dear chap. The reason is they don't want us...they don't care about us, they don't even know us. We don't exist except in the guise of piddly pointy end personnel that complain to much about the crew meals, crew rest, poor uniforms, salaries, rosters, medicals, training (opps Checking!), bed bugs, coffee from the 1940s floor scrapings and hats.
Get yourself a red blouse, a hello kitty dongle thingy bobby, lots of hand lotion and five words of "engrish" stringed together for dispatch greetings and you would earn some respect.