So my cat has been sick.
And the vet didn’t know what was wrong.
Being as calm and laid back as I am, I decided to get another opinion. So I walked into the office of a cat specialist. No appointment, just rang the bell and walked upstairs to the office and planted myself in front of the staff, and pleaded my case:
“Please fix my cat.”
A young man and a young woman stood behind the counter, probably late twenties/early thirties, wearing the brightish colored scrubs that are probably supposed to be comforting yet medicinal to those that enter the office. I decided to plead my case to the woman. I figured I’m a woman, she’s a woman. Animal lovers. Woman are more compassionate than men- she’ll help me…
OK- let’s start out with: Why did I think the woman was going to me more helpful?
Am I sexist?
Do I just assume woman are more emotion driven?
Woman are more loving and compassionate?
Woman like cats more?
See- no matter how evolved I think I am, I make pre conceived notions based on sex. Can’t help it: I just do.
And in this case, the woman was kind of a bitch. She had absolutely no compassion for me or my case. None. She told me it was surgery day, they don’t take walk ins, they could do nothing. Nothing. I was literally shit out of luck. She didn’t actually say that, but honestly, her regular non aggressive words were said in a tone that was so aggressive and nasty no vulgarity was needed.
She wasn’t even going to listen to me.
She didn’t look at the sheaf of papers that I waved in front of her face.
No. Get out. I will not help you.
But then the young man looked at my papers. He calmly listened to my tale of woe. He answered my questions without dispensing anything that was legally actionable. He called the Vet and told him the story, took my number and promised that the vet would call me back after surgeries were over for the day.
The young man was kind and compassionate and truly wanted to calm me and help me. And help my cat. He looked at her and told me she wasn’t in distress, that she was a good, sweet kitty.
He wasn’t able to help me, yet he helped me. Kind words, a nod. just doing the most that he could do without dispensing anything that can be constituted as medical advice.
Do why do I cling to sexist memes of what men are supposed to do, to be, and what women are supposed to do and be?
I think I’m enlightened….
PS- my cat appears fine: She’s eating and drinking and pooping, though not as much as normal. But I remain hopeful….