Henry turned five-months-old over the weekend. His favorite activities now include sticking his tongue out, flying, Skyping with grandparents, carpet tummy time and trying to eat his mother’s face like a little toothless zombie. He’s cuter than ever.
I want to preface my remarks by saying that I have an immense amount of respect and admiration for nurses and the jobs that they do. They do much of the dirty work of medicine. However, re Mallory (and female doctors in general), I want to dispel a common misconception that a lot of folks seem to have.
While Mallory was in medical school, on a regular basis she interacted with people who assumed she was in medical school to become a nurse. Oft times elderly folks made this assumption and it’s understandable based on the world they grew up in. More disappointing were the folks, my age and younger, who assumed that because Mallory is a woman, she was either in med school to train as a nurse or was currently a nurse and decided to later become a doctor. She would explain that she was in medical school and would often be asked, “oh, so you’re becoming a nurse.” She found this very annoying, and often times downright insulting. She never heard any of her male colleagues asked this question. This shows that as a society we still have a long way to go in terms of gender equality.
As her dad, I found this incredibly annoying. She was never a nurse. She went directly from undergrad to medical school. She worked her ass off to graduate 4th in her med school class. She’s going into radiology–a male dominated specialty. One of the reasons she she made that decision was to be a sort of trailblazer and open up that specialty to more women. She would never write any of this, let alone tell anyone outside the family about how this made her feel. So, remember, just because a woman is in the medical profession, don’t assume she’s a nurse and not a doctor. Conversely, don’t assume a man is a doctor, not a nurse.
We Richardsons take our learnding and gradumation very seriously. The camera doesn’t lie.
A dark image of what I assume to be an angel of death in a Lübeck church. Maybe just a medieval sufferer from anorexia. Or starvation. Or the Black Death. It seemed appropriate now that the gloom and rain have once again descended. And these guys creeped out Mallory when she saw them. I’ll post more sunny images soon.
Clothesline, Eutin, Germany. April 2011.
A boat in Lübeck, floating on a spring day. Makes me want dark chocolate and marzipan. And of course, a beer.
I was recently asked by a client to make some artistic photos of an organ at KU. I was able to climb into the inside of the organ to see what was in there. It was a very tight spot and very hot. On a few I painted them with light from a flashlight. Here are a few of my favorites.
After an all-day dash on a number of trains from Huy, Belgium to Bacharach, Germany (which included playing the dumb Americans and getting on a train for which we were not ticketed–more about that later), Teresa got to enjoy an hour cruising on the Rhine River. As we progressed, she gave us the history and name of each castle. This castle was built to look as if it’s a boat in the Rhine. Our time was much too short. We’ll certainly need to return for a longer cruise and more Riesling wine and Riesling ice cream. Now, if we can just find that damned Oberwesel. Or as Teresa called it, Ober-Weasel.
Tulips shot through a mesh chair and table in St. Louis, April 2011.
Seen on Easter in Luebeck, Germany.