I don't understand why self-promoting females make such a big fuss about flying an aircraft.
You don't need a toggle & two to fly an aeroplane or a helicopter. You just don't. You don't need the forearm muscles of Popeye to push and pull on a stick or a yoke, nor do you need the thigh muscles of a rugger scrum prop forward to push one end or the other of a rudder bar. There are plenty of products which enable females to play tennis and swim throughout the lunar month, so that's not a barrier to wimmin aviating either.
I sort of understand why eyebrows were raised when women rode bicycles and flew long distances unescorted in the 1920s, but in the 21st century such admiration is absurd and quite literally patronising.
It's conspicuous that the pompous dining society has deleted the male from its 'award' of a so-called "medal" from the crew of two who did the Africa and Strine trips. One wonders what the overwhelmingly male contingent of the puffed up pricks of that mutual ego-stroking society are compensating for.