This editorial sums it up well.
In newer developments:
Sophie "It's All About Me" Currier has won yet another hall pass in what appears to be her quest to become one of the most entitlement-minded, least qualified, "gimme M.D. now" people ever to carry the title of "doctor."
Given her determination to claim repeated victim status and sue her way to the top, look for her to eventually claim she should be granted a law degree by virtue of the fact that she can drive to her lawyer's office in her sleep.
Even if she goes into research rather than practice, the notion of someone like Currier having any say over any medical care or developments is a frightening thought. What suits will she file and excuses will she have when she can't cut it on the job? What discrimination will she claim then?
I would make a crack about Currier being better suited as a third-shift clerk at a convenience store, but then she'd probably ring everything up wrong and then sue when she was fired for not doing her job well or on a timely basis. Fuck that; convenience stores suck enough without her smug entitled ass behind the register.
Potential employers and clients, remember the name: Sophie Currier. Remember that it's her way or the Hershey Highway, with papers served right up your ass with a high-heeled shoe. Give her a wide berth. Let her figure out life on her own, without endless hall passes, gimmes, and do-overs.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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I love the commentary about how this puts her on an equal footing with everyone else taking the exams. Um, wouldn't that put you on a better footing? When everyone else takes it in one day and you get two, and they get 45 minutes in breaks and you're pushing two hours, isn't that disadvantageous to everyone else?
I hate to think how long it would take her to get through a single doctor appointment. "Can we break this up over three days? I need to nurse my child."
"But, Doctor, your child is 12 years old."
"SHE STILL NEEDS HER MOMMY MILK AND I NEED TO EXPRESS! NOW PLEASE GO TO THE FRONT AND SCHEDULE THE REST OF THIS APPOINTMENT WITH MY RECEPTIONIST!"
This program tested 33,000 people last year, and I'm sure a couple of them were nursing mothers who didn't get 2 days and 2 hours of break time, and still managed to pass. I wonder how they're feeling right about now?
I just found your blog a few days ago. I am 30 yrs old, female and child free. I am just starting to get involved actively with other people who feel the same way. I just thought I would share a little story that happened last week with you. Ok, so... I have been very busy lately with lots of travel, a lot of work, some fun time too. In that time, my usually reasonably clean house has become a bit fakachta and I find I do not have the time, or the want, to spend all day cleaning it. I work very hard and am careful to save enough for a good life, plus not having kids makes it so I can afford little things like hiring a housekeeper to come in once a week to clean up. So, I hire a housekeeper to come in a do a full cleaning, and then if she is good, I will hire her once a week. Now, this woman is not cheap by any means. In fact, she is quite expensive, but she has good references, so I hire her and prepare to shell out the cash. I leave for three hours while she does her job. I come back and not much in my house has changed. The glass table is dirty, the bathroom mirrors, bathtub, sink and fixtures are dirty. The place has not been dusted. She vacuumed (not mopped which it desperately needed), made the bed, and did some light arranging of things. I could have done all of this in 20 minutes, seriously. My flat is not a big place. So I ask her if she is finished. She says she is. I tell her I expected a full cleaning which she said she understood, BUT “I have a baby, so I can't do that.”
Me: Ok, why?
Her: Because I would have to use chemicals and sprays to dust, or mop, or clean the glass. And I don't do dishes because if I get germs on my hands I could pass it along to my baby.
She says this as if I am retarded for not knowing this already.
Me: But you are a maid.
Her: I have to be careful. I have a baby.
(She says this about six times during the conversation “I have a baby.”)
Me: Alright, but I hired you to do a full cleaning. That means actually cleaning. This, I could have done myself in just a few minutes. Why would I pay you to do that?
Her: (getting irritated now) Can you just pay me, please. I need to get home. I have to breast feed.
Me: What do I owe you? (Thinking she will charge me a fraction of the set price since she did a fraction of the work)
Her: The $60.
Me: (laughing) No, sweetie. No. How about I pay you... for one hour- which would be about $15 since that's all you did.
Her: (really pissed off now) You can't do that! You need to pay me what we agreed.
Me: You need to do the work we agreed.
Her: I told you, I have a baby.
Me: Here is $20 and get out of my house. Buy condoms.
Now, I am not a mean person. I would normally never talk to someone this way, but I am really starting to lose it over how entitled these people feel. Like having a child earns them a free pass at life. I just thought I would share that story because it is an example of how ridiculous entitlement parents can be.
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