on rewatch it’s even clearer that robby is a great mentor to everyone, but he is a much better mentor to his male trainees. he argues with them less; he is more accepting of their diagnoses around difficult cases; he is more comfortable taking them under his wing. they rarely challenge him. it takes just that much more effort from the women of the pitt — mckay, collins, and mohan especially — to argue their point of view on patient care, especially around women’s issues. and that effort weighs on them! it’s exhausting for mohan to constantly defend herself on her care choices. it’s unfair to put blame on mckay for making an extremely understandable decision about david out of concern for his female classmates. his relationship with collins is inappropriate — at minimum it likely gets in the way of her professional development (note that langdon was the one recommended for that fellowship, without even asking robby for it).
i appreciate this writing choice a lot. robby is extremely likable and a compelling center of the story. he makes the right decision for his female patients many times, including giving a teenage girl a chance at reproductive freedom at personal risk. he’s supportive of the women in his department and wants them to do well.
but still. it’s there. and he doesn’t even know it.
I actually think Portland absolutely has the right idea with showing up to protest in ways that make violence against them look not only unjustified but absolutely ridiculous. Ah yes, the people line dancing in inflatable animal costumes. Terrifying. Clearly pepper spraying the dancing frog guy was totally justified.
I think we need Gothic Lolita protestors. People in Star Trek uniforms. Slap on a pair of short shorts and a Richard Simmons wig and lead some sweating to the oldies.
It may be intentional, it may just be people have always been people- or a combination of both- but tactical frivolity is a thing that has been around since BCE.
It is 100% protest, but it’s also showing the ridiculousness of the situation, and the People in Charge usually would rather face a warlord unarmed than be made fun of. And it ruins the “violent, unstable” population myth in an undeniable way.
It’s also saying “you may be trying to control us, and our lives have turned to shit because of the things you are doing, but you will never take away our hope and the simple joy of being alive. Even in our darkest hour, we can dance in silly costumes and find our people and become stronger because of it.”
This amount of individualism is exactly whats gonna kill us all btw
When I say that abled people are fine with disabled people right until the second they have to take into account a disability and modify their behavior however small the change, this is what I have in mind
Fuck, fuck, FUCK these selfish cunts who would sacrifice a child for a bag of peanuts.
Say more cuss words. Please. Those of you who don’t remember bulletin boards might not know about the long, bitter, and bloody wars we had to fight for the right to say cuss words on the Internet, and now they’re trying to take it away again. Fuck. Shit. Dang, etc.
Fuck at this point I’d settle for people just saying the word “sex” again
Do you ever just think about what a massive impact you’ve had on the world? Think of everything that wouldn’t be in the world if it weren’t for you. Your childhood drawings that are still probably still kept hidden in your parents bedside drawer, the beaded bracelets you used to make at Brownies, the countless Christmas decorations and crafts you used to make in school. Think of all the words you’ve put down; the hundreds of thousands of words you’ve spilled your imagination out in, all the school essays and revision notes and lists. All the notes you’ve scribbled to your friends in class, every thank you letter and birthday card you’ve ever written, signed with your very own unique signature. Think of all the hundreds of thousands smiles and laughs you’ve produced in your life. If it hadn’t been for you, the world would be down at least one thousand smiles. All the doodles that have found their way into the recycling bin, all the post-it notes with scribbled messages to your loved ones, all the chalk drawings on the garden path you drew as a child. The meals you’ve cooked, the recipes you just made up as you went along, the cupcakes you baked for all the bake sales. So the next time you feel insignificant, think of it like this- you’ve filled up the world with traces and pieces of yourself hidden in every corner. How can you be insignificant when so much is here just because of you?
