This morning, I was casually perusing the internet* when I came across a super interesting/relevant/helpful article called "How to date a doctor."
WTF?! This is ridiculous! For those of you too lazy to read the whole thing (which is absurd, because it's like 50 words long), here are some highlights:
"Impress your friends by dating a nice doctor. Explore the social side of
medicine. Learn about saving lives and medical advances without
spending years in medical school.
Enter the medical social whirl and you may be surrounded by doctors for
the rest of your life. Make your mother proud, and date a doctor."
Here are some issues I have with this:
1) Good luck finding a "nice doctor." (Also, that was bitchy and bitter of me. Sorry).
2) The "social side of medicine" doesn't really exist.
3) "You may be surrounded by doctors for the rest of your life" = bleak, in a social context, at least.
4) "Make your mother proud..." Fine. This one might be true. To be honest, I think my mom would be happy if I dated anyone at this point.
Another good part: "Recognize that doctors are hot properties on the dating scene." Personally, I haven't noticed this yet. Then again, I'm only 3/4 of a doctor. Maybe in a year, I'll really be a "hot property."
This article piqued my interest and so I googled "How to date a doctor." About 49,300,000 results came up. Awesome! So I spent the rest of the afternoon reading each one. Okay, no I didn't. But I did check out a couple others. I liked the 6 Step WikiHow, because it says under Warnings: "The people they interact with may be a little bit weird, get used to it." So true.
Finally, I found an article called 10 Reasons to Date a Doctor. It is terrible. Honestly, I'm not sure if any of those reasons are true.
Hey Internet, thanks for perpetuating stereotypes!!! You are so, so creepy (and wrong) sometimes.
*Full disclosure: I was googling "most attractive medical specialties," followed by "most physically attractive medical specialties" (since that was what I really wanted to know), when this article came up. Oh. And I was at the hospital. Waiting to round. (In my defense, I had tried to read about acute renal injury first... and then got distracted... it's Sunday!).
