The latest liberal shit storm came about as a result of this article in the Wall Street Journal. I am always suspicious when somebody takes umbrage at not being addressed with an honorific of their choosing. To me such high dudgeon is an indication that one is in the presence of either a fraud or somebody dealing with insecurity issues.
Basement Joes’s wife has an Ed.D. That is a cut rate Ph.D. People possessing low self esteem and an Ed.D. feel entitled to be called doctor. Sycophant’s all agree. Maybe we could compromise and settle on doctor with a small “D”? Here is the paragraph that started it all.
Madame First Lady—Mrs. Biden—Jill—kiddo: a bit of advice on what may seem like a small but I think is a not unimportant matter. Any chance you might drop the “Dr.” before your name? “Dr. Jill Biden” sounds and feels fraudulent, not to say a touch comic. Your degree is, I believe, an Ed.D., a doctor of education, earned at the University of Delaware through a dissertation with the unpromising title “Student Retention at the Community College Level: Meeting Students’ Needs.” A wise man once said that no one should call himself “Dr.” unless he has delivered a child. Think about it, Dr. Jill, and forthwith drop the doc.Joseph Epstein, Wall Street Journal
When I was the coordinator of the basic police academy at Texas A&M, the extension service not the University, my boss Morgan was a retired Dallas PD motor jockey sergeant. He was rude, crude and socially unacceptable. He later went on to get an Ed.D. That made him rude, crude and socially unacceptable, with an Ed.D.
He had a stock reply when confronted by possessors of a Ph.D. that insisted upon being called doctor. The conversation would go something like this:
Ph.D.: That’s Doctor
Morgan: Doctor, want to see my dick?
That usually ended the discussion. The funny thing is that he never got called on the carpet for such capers. I suspect that Ph.D. one-ups-man-ship was frowned upon and that the offended Ph.D. would have been slapped down for making a complaint.
The good old days. These days it is acceptable, even mandatory to be offended by anything, real and imagined.