I’m starting to see the truth of these words in even my day to day life.

I’m a lab geek, but I still work in medicine, a fundamentally people oriented and empathic field; I am noticing more and more that women really are the less caring and empathic of the two genders.

Earlier today, I was drawing a patient’s blood and the woman (patient) was 92 and dying of cancer and renal (kidney) failure. She was miserable. Used a walker to shuffle around, can’t breathe without an oxygen mask, missing half her hair, open sores all over her arms and face. She told me she wanted to die as I drew her blood, that she was ready, but her daughter and grand daughter wouldn’t let her “give up.” They were basically forcing this woman to remain alive in intense pain against her will.

This woman was early for her appointment and asked me for a room she could lay down in while she waits, stating that she was too tired and hurting too much even to sit. I left my lab to find the nurse of her doctor to get this woman taken care of and the nurse’s response to my request for a bed was, “Oh, that patient is always causing trouble. Just have her sit in the waiting room.” Her answer was joined by another nurse who over heard us, “Yeah, Mrs. S is always ‘being a pill.'”

I don’t consider myself a violent man, but I wanted to f~~~ing strangle these bitches. A woman is dying of not one, but TWO horrible and miserable diseases and they have the b~~~~ to regard this woman as “a problem.”

I couldn’t believe it! I thought we were supposed to care for the sick not regard them as “pains in our asses.”

Throughout my day today, I kept an eye on the male and female staff and noticed that the men in my clinic demonstrated SIGNIFICANTLY more empathy towards the sick and elderly. The men let the sick lean on them, held the hands of the elderly in the exam rooms, put them at ease with wit and charm (Mr. and Mrs. Jones for labs, party of two, I have your usual table ready. A Lipid Panel? Right away! Can I bring you anything else? A urine cup? A wine list? Oh, A buttefly needle? Excellent choice madam! This needle was manufactured 3 months ago, that was a very good month for needles. LOL).

The women carried on in Nazi like efficiency. “Jones, for Dr. A!” “Step on the scale. What is your name, date of birth and insurance?” “That patient was 2 minutes late, they’ll just have to wait till I finish sending this email.” “Its fine that the tests aren’t correct, Sue at the main lab will know how to fix it.”

Stefan Molyneux has reffered to women sometimes as “Estrogen Based Parasites,” and I feel the title is quite apt. Its like they have little to no capacity to understand what its like to be in the pain and misery that their patients are in or understand the difficulties that they are causing for other staff as a result of their willful disregard for ordering tests correctly. They get easily frustrated; minor things unsettle them and then the unload their emotions onto to patients and any staff that does not agree with what ever they’re saying.

Its the craziest behavior I’ve seen demonstrated by medical “professionals.”

Yup.  If the man doesn’t do his “part”, that’s his problem, not hers.

I was reminded of that many years ago when I took some dance classes for fun.  Dancing, in order to be done properly, requires that both partners are aware of each other’s moves.  When one mis-steps, the other one might be able to correct or compensate to keep them moving along smoothly. Part of the fun in classes like that is when things go c~~~eyed.  Often, both partners find something to laugh about when that happens.

One night, my regular partner didn’t show up, so I was assigned another one, who, as it turned out, was only concerned with what she had to do.  Now I don’t dance like I’ve got 2 left feet–I do as if I have 3.  During one practice session, I didn’t quite get my steps right, she was the one who was annoyed because I was “the man”, so I should have been the one who knew what he was doing.  The result was an embarrassing and unenjoyable evening.

For some reason, I didn’t go to too many dances after those classes were over…..

When my supervisor came down to talk to me, I asked her if these women who were accusing me had any specific grievances and to no one’s surprise, the women had no specific complaints. My supervisor then went and asked all the ladies again for specific grievances and they said, “Oh no, I only said that because I thought he was some kind of student.”

When you call a woman on her s~~~, they tend to get mad and try to destroy you behind your back.