Posted by
ShiningCity on Monday, May 05, 2008 5:11:49 PM
I swear. Everywhere you go, it's just Lib madness.
I travel a lot and have subscribed to daily email alerts from AirfareWatchdog--to get cheap deals. I love this site because of its main feature: a blog about airlines. They deal with issues like the 2nd bag charges and travel insurance. So today, I'm scrolling, checking out the newest blog topics. And I'm stunned (at first) to see
this one. This particular blog entry created quite a comment thread (of course, I didn't read it. What might they be saying that I haven't heard before?)
"This is a tough one." A tough one? Really? This? Man alive--how screwed up some perspectives are. Or rather, how ridiculous is today's PC language. I'm looking for airline tickets?!!!
Next, a colleague comes to show me the newest
Annals of Internal Medicine (a journal published by the American College of Physicians--an internal medicine physician organization. Ok, well, the
leading IM organization). It's no secret that the ACP is very liberal--these are some of the physicians pushing National Health Care. Still,
Annals has remained one of the foremost IM publications--peer reviewed, sophisticated, professional. This column, entitled "Lies to a Patient" in the section On Being a Doctor, is a personal story written by a lesbian physician. She details the private struggle she feels after lying about whether or not she is "married" to a "husband" to a patient, while performing the woman's pelvic exam. Yes, that's what I said: during the woman's pelvic exam.
An excerpt: "I was asking my patient about her grown children as I inserted the vaginal speculum and opened it to stretch the vaginal walls. I saw the vestibule and the vaginal walls, and they appeared normal. Just as I was about to take the first sample for the Pap smear, she asked me whether I was married, and I said 'yes.' Actually, I am gay and have been with the same partner for the past 20 years. . . Learning that I was married, my patient, with a vaginal speculum stretched inside her and my hands inside her most internal organ performing a cervical specimen collection, asked me whether my 'husband' was also a doctor. . . "
And so it goes. On. And on. And. On.
Lest you think there's edification at the end, let me assure you: no. There isn't. In my opinion, the piece simply, well, degenerates into a self-obsessed inquiry: (cue head on the forehead in dramatic pose) "Would she have been uncomfortable having a pelvic examination done by a gay female physician, whom has been attracted to another woman in a physical way? Was it important for her to know this truth about me?. . . "
Please. I'm begging, on my hands and knees. Can we please just go back to work? Can the people of the United States of America quit having their personal crises publically? If you're reading about cheap plane tickets, can you please assume that others on the site are also there to read about cheap plane tickets? If your job is to do a pelvic exam, can you please just do it without telling the rest of us all the sordid details?
And that's liberalism--an incessant need to make everyone around you aware of your own issues, feelings, cares, emotions, logic, thoughts, drives without any discernment or discipline. I knew I was wise for never having subscribed to Annals. It saves me time today from having to cancel.