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| Saturday, January 15, 2005 |
| Newsflash: I am a sexist pig |
Well, apparently so.
Yesterday, my dad gets a letter in the mail from Kaiser saying that his primary care practictioner (his doctor in other words) is retiring. This doctor is also my PCP for whatever reason, and I saw her twice and wasn't really won over by her personality, so I'm not crying over her leaving. My mom immediately started harping on the great quality of all of her doctors, who are apparently all women. And I, staunch feminist that I am, came up with:
"I want a man doctor."
As soon as I said it, I knew it was probably the wrong thing to say, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew it was true. There is no why; I never had any big beef with a female doctor (though nurses may be another story), and I certainly don't believe that women aren't smart or dedicated or strong enough to get out there everyday and save lives. As Oprah or Ricki Lake would say, "You go, girls!"
But I still want a man doctor, dammit, and I fear that this kind of revelation will ruin my reputation as a fiercely liberal (and admittedly opinionated) supporter of women's rights. They may even kick me out of the Ovary Club for this. Not only that, what if I begin to... change? What if, instead of rolling my eyes at athletes and scoffing at Neanderthal musclemen, I become a cheerleader or a groupie or one of those psychotic, desperate single girls who make suicide pacts if they're not married and poppin' out younguns by age 30?
I don't think I'm in too much danger, though. I'm still too fat and conventionally unattractive to consider becoming obsessed with guys, stalking them around the supermarket and hoping one of them will propose a nice, little marriage where I'll stay home and cook from scratch all day while my hubby works, coming home at night with the sole purpose of impregnating me.
Nah, I figure I've got several years left of heating up single-serve, microwaveable meals, leaving the house without makeup on, and staying at home watching HBO while everyone else around me marries and reproduces and divorces at alarming rates.
Awesome.
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posted by Yvonne Hernandez @ 4:01 PM
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About Me: I hate numbers, but I'll throw some at you: 24 years old, 30 purses, 100 lip glosses, 200 books, 1 new celeb crush a week, 2 much procrastination, 2 dogs, and 2 blogs where I obsess over all these things. This, is one of them.
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