To the surprise of no one, Kissinger is said to be a tremendous prick about honorifics.

Was it Reynolds? Burge, maybe? Earlier this year, some thoughtful person affirmed that while he'd continue to read the text of people who proudly signed their work as Doctor This or Doctor That without complaint, he'd never again use the form of address for anyone who couldn't set a broken leg.

Meanwhile-- What do you call a Filipino contortionist?

Fun fact: In Switzerland, medical doctors will often go by Frau Doctor or Herr Doctor but when my kids'pediatrician calls me (she speaks to me in English) she'll say, "This is Mrs. Kindler."

They generally drop the doctor part of their title.

Peter Drucker: "It is highly probable that the next great wave of popular criticism, indignation, and revolt in the United States will be provoked by the arrogance of the learned."

Drucker wrote this in 1969!

https://chicagoboyz.net/archives/26133.html

Just to show that I am NOT a sexist; I'll say to her what I would say to a man who tweeted the same thing:

"You aren't even a 'real' doctor! Get over yourself"

My BIL is a neuroradiologist and a brigadier general. Everyone outside the hospital or the military just calls him “Scott.” (Well, my girls call him ”Uncle Scott.”)

My neighbor has a PhD and i've never heard him referred to as "Doctor" except in professional situations.

Meanwhile-- What do you call a Filipino contortionist? ~ Crid at September 2, 2018 9:31 PM

Careful with that joke, it's an antique.

My husband is a PhD too and he never gets called Dr., so that blows up her “This never happens to men” thesis. I told her as much on Twitter. Also, I get the sense she is one of those people who drops her title within 3 minutes of meeting anyone new.

Check out her tweet praising the idea that "writing like a baker" is the BEST advice on writing, evers!!

Don't worry about the shape of the cake. Good bakers first mix the ingredients and make sure everything is correct before pouring it into the pan . Save the icing and sprinkles for last ...

Good lord.

Check out her tweet praising the idea that "writing like a baker" is the BEST advice on writing, evers!!

I bake like a writer. Friends rave about my
For Whom The Bell Toll House chocolate chip cookies.

Anyone who insists on being called "doctor" without being THE Doctor or a sawbones is a stuck up prick, without a sense of humor.

Or perhaps she's a newly minted PhD, in which case the novelty will wear off. One way or another, the good ol' school of hard knocks will bring her back down to planet Earth.

One of her studies is about people with dementia on Twitter. Heal thyself, sister
http://journals.sagepub.com/doi/abs/10.1177/1471301218792122
My FIL, an emeritus from Yale, living expert on his subject, many-timed published scholar always says “call me Mike.”

Notice that that only people defending her in that thread are ones that use Dr. in their Twitter handles ;)

"Friends rave about my
For Whom The Bell Toll House chocolate chip cookies."

You're in good company. James had his Portrait of a Lady finger and Salinger, his Catcher In The Rye bread.

U.N. Representative: So, Mr. Evil...

Dr. Evil: It’s Dr. Evil, I didn’t spend six years in Evil Medical School to be called “mister,” thank you very much.

- from Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

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Nice ones, GMCR!

It’s an old one, but ...

A Southern girl goes to a sorority party at her new college. In the bathroom, she greets the other girls with “Hi! Where y’all from?”

The girls look at one another. Finally one says, “We’re from a place where one doesn’t end a sentence with a preposition.”

“Oh, I apologize,” says the Southern girl. “Let me try again.”

“Where y’all from — BITCH?”

Consider her and him.

Is it just me...I can't imagine calling someone Dr. Boo unless it was directly relevant to the situation, such as my participating in their class. I would just refuse, it seems crazy to address an equal with an honorific because they went to college for quite a while. So did I, so what?

I really never understood why people get so touchy about all of this on both sides of the aisle.

None of this really seems like a big deal to me and is all born out of insecurity.

Insecurity on the part of those who hold an advanced degree and feel slighted outside of professional engagements... AND insecurity on the part of those who do not hold advanced degrees and somehow feel calling someone by a title other than Mr. or Mrs. or Miss is equivalent to kneeling on the floor and begging permission to speak.

It's all nonsense... no one of substance cares either way.

At the same time I am curious how many people would catch the vapors and feint if they saw someone approach the Pope and call him Jorge... or someone run into the Queen of England and call her Elizabeth.

The bizarre reverence of religious and inherited titles of nobility is as astonishing to me as the disdain for academic ones.

> None of this really seems like
> a big deal to me and is all
> born out of insecurity.

The personage who has for years been abjectly, coweringly, squealingly skittish about sharing personal details —gender, time zone, age, heritage, employment, education, life experience— on blog comments has decided to share insights about the consequences of insecurity.

This could be darling: Someone write it down.

PS-- My admiration for academic titles never approaches "reverence"... And it only glancingly visits "respect" when a scholar has earned all the money to pay for his or her education in a capitalist context, which almost never happens. If only in that context, Barry was right: You didn't build that.

“Where y’all from — BITCH?” ~ Kevin at September 3, 2018 4:03 PM

Kevin, a true Southern girl would never respond with a vulgarity. She'd respond with a lilting, "well, bless your heart." And every single Southerner in the room would know that the sorority sister just got told off.

Crid,

As usual you are an idiot who has missed the plot.

If anything I have been consistent. If I cared about academic titles I would have rubbed it in peoples faces.

However, as you pointed out I never bothered to push titles in anyone's face.

Furthermore Crid, never let it be said that you respect anyone, least of all yourself.

I used to work at research lab. The only time people were called "doctor" was the month before and after they got their doctorate.

> If anything I have been consistent.

Heretofore, consistently tepid.

Never, ever fear you'll overwhelm the room.

Crid,

You don't seem to realize how little sense you make.

An insecure person on the internet is free to make up whatever fantasy they desire to bolster their ego. They can make all manner of claims about their background if they so see fit.

What you are accusing me of doing is the exact opposite. You continually whine and complain about how I don't to inject what I consider to be unimportant personal details into conversation.

Here is where you appear to be confused. When you demand personal information from another person that they deem to be irrelevant to the conversation... it isn't evidence of fear or trepidation.

It is however evidence of how unimportant your opinion happens to be to that person.

An insecure person would just throw out all manner of details to satisfy your silly games.

A secure person tells you to kindly go fuck yourself.

> An insecure person on the internet
> is free to make up whatever fantasy
> they desire to bolster their ego.

Insecure people are free to do that in person, too, and I strongly suspect that's how you've lived your life. There's never been a word of text from you that didn't have the vibe of a socially-underpeforming chairbot... A deeply-pummeled and evermore-fearful incarceree of indeterminate gender hoping desperately that grown-up life will be like it was during that one semester a few years ago, when a substitute teacher gave you a good grade. (...Perhaps because they were hung over when grading tests, and your almost vanishing interpersonal neutrality, further muffled by a throbbing headache, meant that you didn't come to mind at all... So you got the C+ average held by the entire class.)

School, or a spirit-sapping institution of some kind. And not an especially tough one. You don't speak like a person who's ever lead others, or even been lead. You think life is about the One Right Answer... And when someone possesses the O.R.A., the teach just HAS to give the highest grade!

But that's not adult life.

Did you ever have recess at your school/group home/institution? Did you ever spend it with the other kids? Were they mean to you?

Others here have spoken about you. We have theories.

Crid,

No one cares about your "suspicions", the "vibes" you pick up, or your "theories"

You are an unaccomplished nobody prancing around on an internet blog with an ego the size of a blimp.

Every rhetorical tactic you use is no more sophisticated than that of an elementary school bully.

You are constantly talking about fear and trepidation in the way Biff does in the back to the future movies... secure adults don't respond to being called "chicken".

I think the reason you keep talking about adult life is because for you it is all hypothetical... I don't think you have ever grown up.

You are perpetually locked into a school yard mentality.

It's the same reason you often rant and rave about whether or not someone has been kissed... a standard insult of prepubescent children.

Mature adults are usually way beyond this kind of behavior because they have done things like raise children of their own.

I get it though... you are a nobody who has accomplished nothing and you probably have no one in your life who even cares if you wake up in the morning... no one who counts on you and no one who will miss you when you are gone.

So this blog is all you have and you need to assert your dominance here by pissing on all of the trees and furniture to mark your territory.

To be honest I really do pity you because I think you are a lonely and bitter old man approaching the end of his life with nothing of value to show for it.

If pissing all over this blog gives you some semblance of meaning in your sunset years what kind of a person would I be to take all that joy away from you.

Crid,

I would like to remind you of course that below was an example of what you considered to be valuable life experience:

"Mumbling, geriatric war veterans, deaf from the mortars but still oddly desperate to share their stories of burning each other's farts with a Zippo in the barracks during Basic"

This is why there is such an intellectual divide between you and I.

I care about discussion of substance.

And you have an obsession with fart jokes.

We disagree on what it means to lead a life of meaning... but of course you think life is about the One Right Answer... in particular your answer.

Look... if you want to revel in the stench of your own flatulence be my guest... just don't insist that I take a sniff.

Right. So, institutional childhood, yeah? Not mainstream classes. No sports.

Cridland,

Keep being glued to your couch and obsessing over F1 racing... As we all know, this is the hallmark of an accomplished and refined individual.

Also... just to hit my point home on how you are little more than an unaccomplished internet tough guy... here is you whining and complaining about being "insulted" on an F1 blog... quite the difference between how you handle yourself here where you go around tossing insults at everyone:

https://joesaward.wordpress.com/2010/01/05/more-on-the-briatore-decision/

"Why? Why the insult?"

And

"Again, insults don’t really sell a belief to an open mind."

On F1 blogs you act like a giddy little school girl kissing everyone's ass, telling everyone how awesome their comments are, and complaining when people are uncivil to you... and here you are a complete and utter mess of a human being.

This is a nice blog until Artemis posts something.