How to date a doctor

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!).

Secret Society!

Okay, so the first thing I think of when I hear or see the words "Secret Society" is Selma Blair's mildly retarded character in Cruel Intentions when Sarah Michelle Gellar tells her that by having sex she'll be in a secret society. Then Selma starts dancing around chanting "secret society! secret society!" I know this is an obscure reference, but I watched a lot of Cruel Intentions in High School. Like a lot of it. And it's kind of a great movie.

But anyway, that really had nothing to do with what I'm going to write about. What I would really like to focus on is this: My boss has gotten completely carried away with facebook. As in, he's obsessed with it. It's like he's always online... and so active and vocal about it! I remember the days when I used to play Scrabulous all day at work and he used to chide me. Now I'm the one who sees him online and sends him messages like "Focus!" and "Get back to work!"

Recently, things have progressed. The other day he came over and I thought he had something serious to discuss with me when he asked, "Do you know what Superpoking is?" And we had a conversation about superpoking etiquette.

Did you know that January 26th was Official Hug an Asian Person Day? I did. Because he sent us the event on facebook. At lab meeting the next day, he asked if we all hugged Asians on the big day. "Don't worry," he said. "February 9th is Official Hug a Caucasian Day." Oh thank goodness. I was worried that I wouldn't get a hug.

But my favorite thing was when he asked us if we knew about secret groups on facebook. And the sad thing is that we really didn't. Then he schooled us in the art of super secret grouping on facebook. Now we're all in super secret facebook group together. Not that anything great happens in this group. Or that we don't hang out with each other at work every day. But still. It's secret! It feels like a secret society! ("Secret society! Secret society!" You sing it, Selma Blair).

Old people on facebook is funny at first, but then it gets kind of creepy. For example, I thought it was amazing when my mom joined... until I noticed that she wrote on the event wall of "D's super ridonculous sweet 16+8 party." She wrote: "Sorry, I can't make it! But great choice of beers in that picture!" MAAAHM! Really?! And then earlier today from my boss: "I'm going to friend your mom." Enough.