I recently took my son to the pediatrician for his annual well check-up. I have never loved our doctor but he does have impressive credentials and seems competent enough. But during this particular visit I was reminded of why I generally hate doctors.
Things didn't start well. My son recognized the medical building as soon as we pulled into the parking lot and immediately began to protest loudly. The memory of our last visit clearly left a bad impression on him. But I suppose having a giant Q-tip shoved up his nose to swab for the flu would taint anyone's opinion of the medical profession. Still, it was a pediatric practice so I was certain my kid wasn't the first to cry during a visit. I filled out the necessary paperwork and cringed as I took my seat in the waiting room, wondering what kind of bacteria lurked in the mottled gray carpet.
When we were finally called back to an exam room my son was beside himself. He was in rare form, screaming bloody murder as the nurse tried to weigh him and take his measurements. And by screaming I mean I'm pretty sure every person on the floor could hear him.
After a few moments, Dr. Ivy League came in. Dr. Ivy is tall, gangly, and probably in his mid forties. He has a high forehead and a receding hairline that you would expect from a man so smug. After a perfunctory handshake, he took a seat, flipped open his laptop and began asking a series of questions. Things were progressing normally, or as normally as one could expect with a hysterical toddler clinging to my legs, until I mentioned that I had taken my child to see a specialist.
I won't go into my son's medical history but I had a particular concern that I had voiced at my last well check-up. Dr. Ivy promptly dismissed it and sent me on my merry way. I still had my doubts and wanted a second opinion. Seems logical right? Apparently not for Dr. Ivy. The look of shock and indignation on his face was priceless. This lead to a fifteen minute extremely unflattering diatribe about the specialist that culminated in Dr. Ivy essentially calling me a gullible moron and telling me that my money would be better spent enrolling my child in swim lessons or a gymnastics. FYI... swim lessons and gymnastics had nothing to do with my original concerns. I was willing to let things slide but the man had diarrhea of the mouth and kept trying to drive his point home. Also his mood had soured and he had no patience for my screaming child. My face must have given me away because he immediately followed up with "I'm sorry if I offended you..."
Here's the thing Dr. Ivy. If you have to apologize after your speech it's probably because you said something stupid and very unprofessional. I am a parent and I have the right to seek a second opinion. Yes, you have that precious "D" at the end of your title but that doesn't mean I will take your word as gospel. Mother's have instincts and I hate to tell you but mine were spot on.
Second, it is terribly unprofessional of you to criticize another medical professional; especially when you are not trained in their field. When you call another licensed professional a "huckster" or a "money grubbing fraud who never says no to client" you come across as insecure and a giant throbbing dick. I'm pretty sure you are happy to collect all of your patient's co-pays. And I highly doubt you would ever turn an insured patient away.
Finally, what is it with doctors and their condescending attitude. Dr. Ivy you are not God. You are just a dude who went to school for a really long time. I will not flatter you or hang on your every word. I realize now that you are unaccustomed to this. Clearly questioning your professional opinion really stuck in your craw.
Also, instead of pontificating from your moral high horse you could have actually paid attention to my kid. You missed a perfect opportunity to assuage my child's fears and turn the office visit into a teachable moment. Maybe my kid wouldn't scream bloody murder if you treated him like a human being. Hell, if you had given him a sticker he probably would have shut up. So Dr. Ivy your time with us is done and we will no longer need your services. Rest assured, I will make sure my co-pay goes to someone else.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Why Katie Maloney Needs to Dump Tom Schwartz
On last night’s episode of Vanderpump Rules, Tom Schwartz
half heartedly confessed that he did drunkenly make out with a chick from
Vegas. The confession which was made at a bar during an outing with Sandoval, Scheana,
and Shay was hastened by a vague threat of exposure from Jax, who was in
possession of some incriminating texts. Katie managed to hold it together
through dinner and the couple returned to their shared apartment to hash out the
details.
Unfortunately for Katie, this was not the first time Schwartz
had been unfaithful. He had previously admitted to making out with another girl
earlier this season. This confession was also conveniently brought on by the
fact that Scheana witnessed the encounter and blabbed about it to the other Sur
employees. In both situations, Schwartz blamed alcohol for his poor
choices, claimed he didn’t really remember what happened, yet was certain that no
sex was involved. Riiiiight.
Here’s the kicker, Katie still loves the guy! In a follow up
conversation with another Sur employee, she accidentally used the word
“marriage” to describe her relationship with Schwartz. In short, she seemed hell
bent to forgive the guy and move on with the hope that he will one day put on a
ring on it.
I watched this entire scene play out and wondered what the
hell this chick was thinking. Do you really think Tom Schwartz is husband and
father material? So let me break it down for you Katie Maloney. When a guy
cheats on a girl (sex or no sex involved), it is just an immature man’s way of
breaking up with you. There are plenty of dudes out there who don’t have
the balls to break up with their girlfriends and use cheating as a means to an
end. These men tend to be passive, avoid confrontation, and often fall
into the trap of feeling sorry for the person they are dating which makes them
stay longer in the relationship than necessary.
Sound familiar Katie? If not, let me refresh your memory. Your boyfriend Schwartz endures quite a bit of
berating and maltreatment from Jax with no retaliation. He allows Jax to spread
rumors about you and criticize you without defending your honor. In fact there
are plenty of times that Schwartz simply shrinks back or stares lovingly at Jax
while he is treated like shit. Also he broke the cheating news to you in public
– twice. The first was outside of Sur, the second at a bar with friends. This
is the definition of passive behavior from a man who clearly can’t handle
confrontation.
Second, a real man has ambition and a life plan. You have
said multiple times on the show that you want Schwartz to grow up and be the
husband and father that you dream of. I hate to break it to you, but the dude
just doesn’t have it in him. By Schwartz’s own admission, he fled a pre-med program
to move to LA to “act” or “model.” While I am all for pursuing one’s dreams, if
the guy hasn’t made it by now, it’s probably never going to happen. Every year
that passes just opens the door to someone younger, hotter, and more talented
to land that coveted Hollywood role. So does he have a plan B? Negatory.
Third, do I
have to remind you of the time that he fled his bartending gig at Pump because
he couldn’t work a cash register and felt pressured by the crowd of customers?
If a cash register can give you a full on panic attack, what will the
responsibilities of being a provider, husband, and father do? Can you honestly
see your man caring for a newborn baby? Newborns eat every two to
three hours and sometimes cry inconsolably. The pressures of having a new
baby are enough to drive a sane individual over the edge. What will it do to Tom Schwartz?
Katie Maloney you are still young, have your looks, and
hopefully your eggs. Ditch the loser and start searching for Mr. Right. You
know, the kind of guy who can lift a weight, open a pickle jar, defend your
honor, and hold down a steady job. These men do exist and you could be with one
and be happy. I hate to say it but take a page out of Stassi’s playbook and
freeze the mofo out.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
What you don't know about your child's teacher
After years of working in education I've learned a few things. Teachers lead double lives and every elementary, middle, and high school is brimming with story lines fit for a tele novella. Here are my observations:
1. Teachers are deeply unhappy people. It seems counterintuitive. Aren't teachers supposed to be passionate, energetic people who want to make a difference? Many educators do start out this way but almost always hit a wall by the five year mark. It's what I like to call "The Edna Krabappel Effect," named after Bart Simpson's burned out fourth grade elementary school teacher. Long hours, No Child Left Behind, a plethora of new teaching methods that are constantly crammed down their throats, and one too many pain in the ass students, turn the best intentioned teachers into deeply embittered, lonely, borderline alcoholics. If you reflect upon your own academic career you can probably think of a few educators who fit this stereotype.
2. If there is a male teacher in the building, he is probably screwing one or more of the female teachers. This is especially true at the elementary level, where men are scarce. As the old adage goes, in the land of the blind cats, the one eyed cat is king. Well, in a sea of lonely female teachers, the lone male teacher will bone everyone. Unbeknownst to many, love triangles and quadrangles are playing out in the hallways of your child's school. And things can get quite messy. I've seen divorces, broken engagements, out of wedlock pregnancies, and full on Jerry Springer style fights over the lone, usually not terribly attractive, male.
3. The men in education are not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Shocked? Don't be. After nearly a decade of working in education I can safely say that practically every male I met was borderline retarded. Here's why: Talk to any educator and they will bemoan the need for positive male role models. Again this is especially apparent at the elementary level. Basically if you have a dick, can throw a ball around with some "at risk" children, and can string together a few sentences, you're hired! Bonus points if you are a minority. And not only that, your route to becoming an administrator is paved with gold. I've witnessed far too many glad handler types with no organizational skills, and sub-par intelligence rise to administrator levels. Some even win the coveted Principal of the Year Award.
4. There is a secret war between classroom teachers and specialists (Art, Music, PE, Guidance, SPED). As the years go by and the "Edna Krabappel Effect" sets in, teachers turn their bitter rage towards their fellow coworkers. Somehow being locked away with bratty children creates a feeling of entitlement and delusion about their worth in the school and in the world. Classroom teachers convince themselves that only their job matters. "Specialists are lazy and don't do anything!" becomes the rallying cry at every faculty meeting. Soon the delusions of grandeur manifest into all out acts of war. I've witnessed classroom teachers sabotage specialists by hiding equipment such as smart board pens or remote controls, purposely pick up students late from their specials thus backing up a specialist's schedule, and purposely interrupt and annoy specialists (usually SPED) who are unfortunate enough to have to work in a classroom teacher's room.
5. Teachers will label you and your family and make fun of you accordingly. Every family that enrolls in a school develops a reputation. For instance, there is the helicopter mom, the crack head mom, the divorced, always on the make dad, the neighborhood gossip, and the litigious freak who will bully the teacher into grade changes. Beware your interactions with your child's teacher because your child will be labeled and it will impact his or her chances at landing a "good" teacher next school year. You see, at the end of every school year, your child's teacher participates in closed door meetings to "place" their current students with teachers in the next grade level. The children are sorted in a number of ways--by intelligence, temperament, socioeconomic condition, and unofficially, by the sanity of their parents. When it is time to allocate students to the next grade level, teachers go through a variety of gyrations to woo the best (i.e. the smartest, well behaved students) and avoid the worst (academically low, poorly behaved students who often have equally stupid and crazy parents). Word of mouth is powerful. If you or your child is labeled a pain in the ass, some of the best teachers will pull out all the stops to avoid having your kid in class. As a result your kid may end up in a brand new teacher's room (could be good or bad) or with a beta teacher, usually the one with horrible classroom management.
So the next time you roll into your neighborhood school to drop off a kid, take a moment to really look around. You might just notice the sheepish glances between the PE stud and the naive Kindergarten teacher he banged or the hangover your child's teacher is trying to hide. There's always something brewing behind the scenes.
3. The men in education are not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Shocked? Don't be. After nearly a decade of working in education I can safely say that practically every male I met was borderline retarded. Here's why: Talk to any educator and they will bemoan the need for positive male role models. Again this is especially apparent at the elementary level. Basically if you have a dick, can throw a ball around with some "at risk" children, and can string together a few sentences, you're hired! Bonus points if you are a minority. And not only that, your route to becoming an administrator is paved with gold. I've witnessed far too many glad handler types with no organizational skills, and sub-par intelligence rise to administrator levels. Some even win the coveted Principal of the Year Award.
4. There is a secret war between classroom teachers and specialists (Art, Music, PE, Guidance, SPED). As the years go by and the "Edna Krabappel Effect" sets in, teachers turn their bitter rage towards their fellow coworkers. Somehow being locked away with bratty children creates a feeling of entitlement and delusion about their worth in the school and in the world. Classroom teachers convince themselves that only their job matters. "Specialists are lazy and don't do anything!" becomes the rallying cry at every faculty meeting. Soon the delusions of grandeur manifest into all out acts of war. I've witnessed classroom teachers sabotage specialists by hiding equipment such as smart board pens or remote controls, purposely pick up students late from their specials thus backing up a specialist's schedule, and purposely interrupt and annoy specialists (usually SPED) who are unfortunate enough to have to work in a classroom teacher's room.
5. Teachers will label you and your family and make fun of you accordingly. Every family that enrolls in a school develops a reputation. For instance, there is the helicopter mom, the crack head mom, the divorced, always on the make dad, the neighborhood gossip, and the litigious freak who will bully the teacher into grade changes. Beware your interactions with your child's teacher because your child will be labeled and it will impact his or her chances at landing a "good" teacher next school year. You see, at the end of every school year, your child's teacher participates in closed door meetings to "place" their current students with teachers in the next grade level. The children are sorted in a number of ways--by intelligence, temperament, socioeconomic condition, and unofficially, by the sanity of their parents. When it is time to allocate students to the next grade level, teachers go through a variety of gyrations to woo the best (i.e. the smartest, well behaved students) and avoid the worst (academically low, poorly behaved students who often have equally stupid and crazy parents). Word of mouth is powerful. If you or your child is labeled a pain in the ass, some of the best teachers will pull out all the stops to avoid having your kid in class. As a result your kid may end up in a brand new teacher's room (could be good or bad) or with a beta teacher, usually the one with horrible classroom management.
So the next time you roll into your neighborhood school to drop off a kid, take a moment to really look around. You might just notice the sheepish glances between the PE stud and the naive Kindergarten teacher he banged or the hangover your child's teacher is trying to hide. There's always something brewing behind the scenes.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Sister Wives Rant
Does anyone else remember when TLC was actually a learning channel. Lately it's devolved into a series of reality shows about little people, the Amish, Gypsies, morbidly obese people, and polygamists. Speaking of polygamists, the New York Times recently named the Brown Family as the face of polygamy. The Brown's are the stars of TLC's Sister Wives. Sister Wives documents the ups and downs of infamous polygamist Kody Brown, his four wives, Meri, Christine, Janelle, and Robyn, and their seventeen children.
I've never been a fan of Sister Wives. I watched the first episode out of curiosity years ago and quickly lost interest. I didn't find any of the wives particularly interesting and Kody was just plain annoying. A couple of weeks ago TLC had a Sister Wives marathon and somehow I got sucked in. Here's what I realized.
Kody Brown is a douche bag. Yeah, I said it. Mr. Brown portrays himself as the energetic, smirky husband who runs himself ragged trying to divide his time between his four wives and 17 children. Why four women would find this man attractive is beyond me. His hair alone makes me want to vomit. It's part surfer, part Little Dutch Boy, and obviously a means of hiding his rapidly receding hairline. To be fair if I had 17 kids I'd probably be going bald as well. Then there are his smug comments. My favorite was "Everyone knows I'm an alpha male." The fact that you have to say it Kody, means your penis is microscopic.
Then there is Christine. According to Kody she is the mischief maker. She's also the one who threw a hissy fit when Kody designed personalized jewelry for each of the wives. Christine disliked the dark etching on her pendant and couldn't hide her disdain. She also complained when Kody took an extended honeymoon with fourth wife, Robyn. Jealous and insecure, she confessed that she never had a graduation party and was never cool in school. I guess the low self esteem carried over into her adult life and propelled her straight into the arms of Kody Brown.
Next is Janelle, the sister wife that seems to have the most going for her. She works, possibly in real estate, and seems to have a backbone. She claims that she won't take crap from Kody, but we all know she probably does. And she probably eats to compensate for her deep unhappiness. Janelle is obese. Lately she has been working with a personal trainer. In one particularly boring episode she takes a sledge hammer to her bathroom scale. Janelle buddies up with sister wife Christine. Chubby girls unite!
Robyn is the newest and youngest wife. Burned by monogamy, she claims she chose the polygamist lifestyle. Robyn is the pleaser who tries to placate her three whiny, angry, sister wives. She also seems acutely aware that she is the most attractive and probably Kody's favorite - for now. Because of this, she tries her best to blend into the background. In some ways I feel for her the most. It must be a living hell putting up with those angry, jealous bitches.
So are the Brown's really the poster children for polygamy? I don't think so. There are cracks in their Brady Bunch facade. Frankly they seem on the verge of imploding. And for that very reason I might continue to watch. Besides Mystic Mona predicted that Kody will take a fifth wife, much to the chagrin of his other four wives. I can't wait for that drama.
P.S. I'm really not a hater. I wish the best for the Brown family. I just don't believe that you are truly happy.
I've never been a fan of Sister Wives. I watched the first episode out of curiosity years ago and quickly lost interest. I didn't find any of the wives particularly interesting and Kody was just plain annoying. A couple of weeks ago TLC had a Sister Wives marathon and somehow I got sucked in. Here's what I realized.
Kody Brown
www.tlc.com
Kody Brown is a douche bag. Yeah, I said it. Mr. Brown portrays himself as the energetic, smirky husband who runs himself ragged trying to divide his time between his four wives and 17 children. Why four women would find this man attractive is beyond me. His hair alone makes me want to vomit. It's part surfer, part Little Dutch Boy, and obviously a means of hiding his rapidly receding hairline. To be fair if I had 17 kids I'd probably be going bald as well. Then there are his smug comments. My favorite was "Everyone knows I'm an alpha male." The fact that you have to say it Kody, means your penis is microscopic.
Meri
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All of Kody's wives are miserable. Let's start with Meri, the first wife. Meri presents as a slightly bloated, depressed woman who seems so beaten down by life that it hurts to watch. She breaks down crying in almost every episode. It seems no one really likes Meri so she is forced to align herself with Robyn, the newest wife.
Christine
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Janelle
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Robyn
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So are the Brown's really the poster children for polygamy? I don't think so. There are cracks in their Brady Bunch facade. Frankly they seem on the verge of imploding. And for that very reason I might continue to watch. Besides Mystic Mona predicted that Kody will take a fifth wife, much to the chagrin of his other four wives. I can't wait for that drama.
P.S. I'm really not a hater. I wish the best for the Brown family. I just don't believe that you are truly happy.
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