Page 2/The Battalion/Monday, February 3, 1986 Power play Gov. Mark White suggested Thursday that a possible solu tion to the power cost discrepancies between the Texas and Louisiana customers of Gulf States’ Utilities might be to rollback the company’s rates in Texas. It’s about time White took some action to limit the runaway rate increases East Texas has been cursed with in recent months. GSU rates in Louisiana are about 25 percent less than in Texas because Louisiana’s utility commission prohibits the com pany from charging interest costs on the Riverbend nuclear power project near Baton Rouge, La. But Texas, which won’t even benefit from the nuclear plant, has no such restrictions. GSU already has the highest rates in the state ($105.50 per 1,000 kilowatt-hours), and it now is proposing a $110.2 million hike. It’s nearest price competitor in Texas is Houston Lighting and Power, which charges $92.50. Texans shouldn’t have to pay for Lousiana’s nuclear power plant. It’s time to put a stop to GSU’s attempts capitalize on Tex as’s lack of rate restrictions. True, GSU did issue rebates to customers in the local area, claiming it had overcharged them. But the rebates were minimal compensation for the rate rape College Station residents have lo suffered since GSU took over local utilities in 1979. Yes, utility rate regulation is a solution to the descrepancies in power costs between Texas and Louisiana — an obvious one that the Texas Public Utility Commission should have adopted months ago. The Battalion Editorial Board No career is demeaning as long as it’s a challeng Hey guys, when was the last time you peeked inside the little girls room? I know, I know: You were in the third grade; school was out for the day, and the femme fatalle la vatory became Cynthia Gay your ultimate quest when a certain fifth grade bully dared you to go inside — just once to check things out. You donned your suit of knightly armor and hoped unchivalrously that no “lady” would you find. Chances are that if you were to enter these exclusive environs today, you might be just as hard pressed to find a true lady. It’s just not in style nowadays among us gals, who incidentally are members of what was once called the “weaker sex.” (that’s bureaucratese for secure same ness), a society which teaches little girls that if they play with dolls, they’ll grow up to be a housewife, mother of four. A stereotypical failure, for the term “hou sewife” means she is plugged into soap operas, pink sponge curlers, polyester pants and Richard Simmons. Today’s ladder of success for the as piring female tolerates the teenie-bop- per stage, but then follows it with a rung for college, career and chairperson of the board of the corporation. Half a rung is allowed for marriage and moth erhood, but these rh&m’s can be sweet, dangerous distractions to fulfilling the illusive dream of independence and power over men. You remember, the guys on the high school football team who yearly received new uniforms while the girls’ rugby team was repeatedly overlooked. Young women of the ’80s are prod ucts, or victims of a society that prides it self in nondiscriminatory equalization, Discrimination. We’ve been taught it was the American way of life and, as open minded leaders for the 21st cen tury, we’re instructed to stamp it out. As women we are told to be on our guard, ready to report the former football star who opens a door for us. Under his veil of courtesy he must think we’re helpless, right? Maybe he’s afraid we’ll be pro moted before him, and he’s trying to get in his last licks of chauvinism. Watch out guys, for “hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.” And as women we can scorn indis criminately. We are sanctioned in sus pecting every male of plotting to hinder our inevitable advance. We must have careers now or consider ourselves fail ures. We must achieve all the dreams Daddy had hoped for his son. But what about Mom? Didn’t she en courage us years ago to play house and dress up in her ruffled calico dress? (Note: Mom never suggested we put on polyester pants). Maybe we experienced a similar thrill dressing up for our se nior prom, feeling really pretty for the first time. And what about that formal last fall, when we put aside our text books to get all gussied up, and our roommate fussed over us just like Mom used to do. It was fun. And didn’t Mom once say, “If you act like a lady, he’ll treat you like a lady”? All this seems incongruous with the harsh reality of day-to-day living. “La dy” is supposed to be passe, and “chair person” is in. Femininity is old fash ioned, and feminism is our formula. The latest trends in journalism say, however, that the “person” paranoia is on its way out, followed by soon-to-be- not-missed “Ms.” So where does this leave us, girls? Must we be supermom and superexecu tive rolled into one? The truth is we can be anything we want today, but even this equal opportu nity can’t give us everything. It can’t make us ladies. That’s a daily decision we women have to make on our own. It requires self discipline and poise. This poise isn’t a facade left over from charm school, but real life thinking under pressure. Poise is uncorking that distinctive per sonality with class. Poise is being your self, and being a Lady. Alone or in a crowd. But the women of today won’t learn how from each other. Ask your room mate what to wear, and she’ll say sweats and no make up is just fine. Aftei who’s gonna see you anyway? An simply can’t miss “All My Children, cause Monday’s episode is sure ton everything. We have revert c