I caught wind of some of yesterday’s discussion while sneaking a few downloads before takeoff, and it struck me as one of those conversations that will be going on until the end of time. Funny, because we were on an airplane from LA to NYC, which is always going to be fodder for beginning comedians until the end of time as well.
I have never once complained about a lawyer or a doctor – as a profession – because I never knew doing so was an option. We have all agreed to live in the early 21st century together, and with it comes two things that nobody can change: there are going to be lawyers and doctors, and they will always view each other like Itchy and Scratchy.
I used to think that law school was what you did when you ran out of ideas; it was the universal default setting for the person who had foundered a bit in those bizarre years just out of college and needed some structure. That hasn’t particularly jibed with reality, as I quite love all my lawyer friends.
As for doctors, it seems so impossibly hard to become one that my squibbling is totally unnecessary – if you don’t like a particular doctor, there are 50 more who will fit the bill. A lot of the time it’s just about their bedside manner, and how much they can fake for you at any given time.
The one thing I have noticed is not interchangeable is dentists. There is some really inferior dentistry going on out there, and you truly get what you pay for. You are not saving any money in the long run by going to a local guy who doesn’t cost much: it just means a root canal in 3.5 years, and THOSE SUCK.
By the way, it’s excellent to be back here in New York, actually sleeping in Manhattan for the first time since we moved to Brooklyn more than three years ago. We craigslisted a little flat on Bank Street very near the Fleet Week theater, but even closer to the cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery. Those in the know understand how important that is.
By the way, Lucy was an absolute princess the whole way over America. Occasional commenter Jody K. once told me something about babies like her, and man, he was right. It’s great to have the back half of the plane on your side. The halo is ever bright, and the penumbra is euphoria.