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Tuesday . June 24 . 2003 . 7:19pm euphemism I've realized that too often, for the sake of politeness or politics, we're not able to say what's really on our minds, opting to use thinly veiled euphemisms instead of saying what we actually think. PERSON #1 Hey, I think I'm working with Patty on this next project. Didn't you work with her last year? What's she like? PERSON #2 She's very...interesting. PERSON #1 Interesting good? Interesting eats her own toenails? What? PERSON #2 She has a very...strong personality. It's fine once you get used to it. PERSON #1 So you're saying she's a bitch, right? PERSON #2 No, I would never say that. We're all different, right? PERSON #1 You hate her, don't you? PERSON #2 No. I just find her to be...interesting. PERSON #1 Argh! I don't think we should go around trashing people willy nilly, I just think that maybe we should acknowledge when we're being euphemistic and rather than say the actual bad things, just have "euphemism" speak for itself. PERSON #1 So, whaddaya think of the new boss? PERSON #2 Oh, you know. Euphemism. PERSON #1 Say no more. That way we can get rid of all these descriptors that are just so vague you just don't know what to make of them. The attending on the wards is "a little unorthodox?" Unorthodox like fun, he's Patch Adams, or wacky like he thinks there are radio transmitters embedded in his dental fillings? "Euphemism." Means he's not my cup of tea, but I'd really rather say no more. (I'm not talking about anyone in specific, by the way. I'm just trying to start a small revolution.) * * * So apparently, they're selling the new Harry Potter book at Duane Reades now. (For the non-New Yorker, that's your basic pharmacy/convenience store, a CVS equivalent.) I just read in the Times that the book sold twice as many copies the first day it was out as last year's best selling (some John Grisham law thing) sold in twelve months. Dude. My sister just got herself a copy, so what I'm trying to do is wait until she finishes, and then borrow it. It would be great light reading for my two-hour dialing commute, only it's such a cinder block. Not exactly the kind of book you tuck into your bag and jet with. I could rip the pages out and read it in five chapter installments, but I don't think my sister would be lending me many more books after that. Already I had to convince her about this time, since on the occasion I borrowed the fourth Harry Potter, I left it on the couch when I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, Cooper had eaten a page out of it. * * * I really like the other interns in my group. They're all really nice and enthusiastic, etcetera etcetera. (Or should I say "euphemism"?) But sometimes, being in a Pediatric residency program makes me feel like I joined a sorority. So many ladies. So many nice polite lady conversations. I don't necessarily have the highest threshold for that kind of thing after a few days, let alone a few years. I also find it interesting that I, an individual who is not particularly girlie, nor who really ever deliberately seeks out the girlie things to do, chose first to go to Wellesley, and then to pursue Pediatrics. It's like that Elvis movie, "Girls! Girls! Girls!" It can be a bit much. Not that there's anything wrong with so many women working together. It's just...euphemism. xo Michelle |
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