Sexism in the ’70s

In the 1970s I chose to do an elective learning experience attached to a physician who worked at the general hospital. The hospital was on the east side of town, where the industrial workers lived. I had found he was an excellent doctor. I attached myself to him, and was following him as he went around the wards. He gave his opinion on the patients referred to him for specialist advice. Between wards he reflected ironically on the state of his family and the family generally in North America.

We were standing at the ward desk one day while he was writing down his opinion in a patient’s notes. A surgeon known for attitude came up and placed himself right in front of me. I did not attend his lectures after I heard that between slides with photographs of surgical procedures he inserted pictures of naked women. It brought a