Well, sure–I’m partly saying that just because they’re laughing and even sharing beers with you doesn’t necessarily mean everyone was okay with the situation.
Or maybe he knew them. (That’s the only thing I can think of)
I already addressed that. He didn’t. This was in a town in Indiana about an hour away that the groomsman had no connection to, and it was people literally hanging out on the porch across the street from the church. (Not the groomsman’s parish or anything. The bride picked the church.)
Yeah–I suspect that these guys were like, “Oh shit, is this a Klan wedding going on next door and are these white dudes about to murder us? Because why else would you even say something like that? Let’s be chill and give them no excuse to start the ultraviolence.”
And Urbanredneck’s nurses were like, “For real, this guy is” but they may not have been thinking “guy” “this guy is going to say incredibly inappropriate shit like that to us? We can either address it, which means making a huge scene, and maybe he’s litigious and connected and can make us lose our jobs, or we can laugh it off with him and then feel shitty about it for the rest of our shifts even though we vent about him as soon as he’s out of the room.”
Meanwhile the groomsman and Urbanredneck feel like a little politically incorrect humor is all in good fun, and see? proof!
This here.
They did not think you were clever, cute, or the least bit amusing. I guarantee it.
And the fact that you think otherwise is really pretty sad.
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So, are folks calling you “Patch” today?
Spend 12 years getting your doctorate degree and STILL get objectified.
God! Women are so lucky!
A couple months back I told the tale of spending three days in suicide watch because I joked about a dull paring knife I keep handy. Since then I’ve nearly cut myself with it a couple times (dull knives will cut you faster than sharp ones) and every time I reflect on how embarrassing it would be if I ended up in the ER as a result.
Good grief. It’s NEVER appropriate to say things like that to strangers, whether men or women, medical professionals or otherwise.
:mad: :smack:
My MD woulda got it. I would like to marry her. 
Note: This is the woman who remarked, last visit, that I, “Look considerably less Skid Row than last time.” First smite, followed by the TOTALLY baseless and inappropriate question, “Are you a Republican?”
I was appropriately miffed, and plan to ask her out next appointment. Women as snarky and as smart as me are hard to find.
It is totally inappropriate, as in a violation of professional boundaries, for doctors to date their patients. Sorry.
Know that, and won’t actually ask. I mean, Duh!
Er, unless she responds favorably.
NWH, do you work with a psych practice? I ask because they, unlike the physical crowd I’ve spent decades with, the psych crew takes every last thing seriously, and I intend NOTHING seriously.
I wuldn’t dare. It’s easy enough to have a perfectly innocent and safe remark misinterpreted as offensive if you’re particularly unlucky, let alone an intentional one.
So I’m sitting with my grandmother in the hospice. Nurse comes in to change the bag from her catheter, and makes some comment about needing to be careful because she didn’t want to get a face full of pee.
Here is the point where you are thinking I made some crude comment about watersports. Nope. She did. After a pause, she said something about how she had heard that some people were into that, but she wasn’t. Of course the comment had crossed my mind, but I didn’t expect her to go there.
I wonder if–moments later–she was thinking “oh, crap, did I really say that?”
Gross behavior but par for the course for this poster.
But some have, do, and always will. Life is funny like that.
I know that mental health professionals and legal professionals can be sanctioned for intimate entanglements with clients, but there are very specific reasons why. They’re in a position to influence their decisions and take advantage of them while having a duty to act in their interests.
I would think that other kinds of medical professionals wouldn’t face the same kinds of issues. I don’t see a general problem with a dermatologist dating someone that he or she originally met as a patient.
This.
And this.
Sure, the women laughed. Because if they don’t laugh, the asshole who went there would usually follow up with “what’s the matter, I complimented you!” or that old favorite, “can’t you take a joke?” and then go on at length about what uptight, humorless, frigid bitches they were.
That’s Social Justice Warriors to you, bucko! 
(Says RTFirefly, pulling out his Social Justice Nerf gun)