As I get older I’m finding that a lot of the “intellectuals” I used to admire are actually just condescending and pretentious. And also realizing how much more important it is to be present, considerate, and empathetic because nobody really knows what they’re talking about and anyone who claims to know everything about anything is feeding you bs.
“When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.”
- Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
I am also realizing that actual intellectuals make their subjects easy to understand, and faux intelectuals will attempt to baffle.
“If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself.”
- Albert Einstein
“In this world, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant. Well for years I was smart, I recommend pleasant.”
-Elwood P. Dowd, “Harvey”
“Sometimes the things that may or not be true are the things a man needs to believe in most.” -Secondhand Lions
Source: Queggy (reddit)
“If you become chief resident are you just going to get pregnant and have a baby?” asked the silver-haired male attending physician as I sat interviewing for the prestigious academic position of chief internal medicine resident. “That’s what all the female chiefs do, and I’m tired of it,” he added, shaking his head in clear disgust.
Gobsmacked by the blatant sexism of his interview technique, I laughed nervously and made some lame joke about working so much that I barely had time to see my husband, let alone make babies with him. Feeling absolutely professionally alone, with no good means of reporting the incident, I quietly pulled my application and plowed on through residency and life, eventually giving birth to a son at the very end of my training.
My experience is hardly unique: 4 out of 5 physician mothers say they experience workplace discrimination, according the results of a study published last week in JAMA Internal Medicine.
tumblr veteran aesthetic: you see a post you have no memories of on ur dash but yet you have apparently liked it at some point
Like working retail, but every single customer is hungry, in pain, sleep deprived, and has expectations on par with the service at an exclusive, 7-star resort.
Also, everything is beeping.
9am// Pretty sure this mug is going to live in the doctor’s office with me when I start work this summer. Thanks Nanna!
1. Everything it combines with becomes complete garbage. Iron + oxygen = rust. A wooden table + oxygen = carbon dioxide and a pile of ashes.
2. It slowly kills you with free radicals, but you have to keep breathing it or else you’d die even more quickly. So oxygen basically holds you hostage for life.
3. Ozone alerts. Seriously, those suck.
4. It turns my guacamole brown. Who wants to eat brown guacamole?
5. In liquid form, it basically goes on flaming murder rampages.
6. It’s the third most common element in the Universe, which is stupid because it’s number eight, not number three. Oxygen cuts in line.
7. People will pick it as their favorite chemical element because it’s literally the only one they can think of.
The other day I was picking up a paper I had printed at the office of multicultural affairs. On my way out I saw one of the deans at my medical school, whom I have known since my sophomore year of college. I had seen him before but we usually just say hi and keep walking and minding our own business. This time:
Him: Hi! long time no see!
Me: I know! How are you?
Him: Come to my office let’s chat I have Lindt truffles
Anyways, I guess I gotta backtrack a few years, about 4 to be exact. In this office (well tbh he changed to an office down the hall but you get it), we had talked about study strategies to improve my (near failing) grade in senior biochemistry. Then, in this same office, I literally cried my eyes out because I did not think my medical school would accept me and god did I want to come to this medical school. He assured me that I was very smart and very capable and able to get into medical school. Later, after I started studying for the MCAT and I wasn’t getting the results I wanted and this was the place where I hoped some magic study strategy that I somehow didn’t know would be revealed to me. Even after I got my goal MCAT score and improved my grades, I became convinced that my medical school wouldn’t accept me, so I forever-a-glass-half-empty pre-med, went back and asked for advice for post baccs.
Okay, let’s go back to now. I’m sitting in this office, were laughing. “OMG dean, impostor syndrome is SO REAL.” We both laugh. This time the conversation is different. We talk about how I chose neurology, how third year will be over in less than 10 days, and soon I would be applying to residency. I say “oh god, I don’t think we’ve talked in your office since I used to come here to cry on the regular.” He goes, “well I hate to say it but I told you it would all work out okay.”
Yes he did.
watching friends as a child gave me warped expectations of my early 20s. all of my friends don’t live within 3 steps of my front door. my hair does not sit nearly as nicely as jennifer aniston’s. there isn’t an audience full of people who laugh at everything i say. i don’t even know why i bother going outside
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Painting i did for the Mulan tribute show at Gallery Nucleus, last photo shows my progress for this piece
