A couple of years ago, I went into my doctor's office and told him I was going to need "a bowlful" of Viagra for a party I was throwing that upcoming weekend. Feigning indignation, he used this as license to tell me that Viagra was only for men who were unable to achieve and maintain erections after trying all available options, most importantly dialoguing with their partners, and should only be taken under a physician's supervision.
Well - I exploded. I asked with great politeness and volume if he even had a TV, and if 'yes', had he seen the commercials on said TV that told me about Viagra? What kind of doctor was he if he wouldn't (more like couldn't) prescribe me drugs for illnesses I had the symptoms for? (Actually, I just wanted to have a really great party, and sometimes you gotta lie to a doctor or two) He responded to this by telling me that I was drunk, so I just happened to mention how cold his fingers...sorry, wrong word...pincher-things were to the waiting room on my way to my car.
You can imagine that I wasn't that surprised, then, when I saw that a doctor recently had the gall to tell a woman that she needed to lose weight. This jerk has NO idea what his little comment probably did to this woman's self-esteem. I read the article, and nowhere did I see that he was a licensed therapist, able to deal with people's insecurities and what have you. Sorry, but I've never heard of a "weightologist" or a "doctor of eating", have you?
Didn't think so. I hope Rosie gets that bastard fired.
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