It would be hilarious for me as well if it wasn’t so commonplace where I am. One of the ortho docs at my hospital got in trouble a couple years ago because he made his own commercial for himself after the marketing department told him he couldn’t wear his cowboy hat/boots in their commercial.
Him and his office still occasionally wear the shirts he had made out of protest/spite after being subpoenaed by the head of marketing.
It’s contagious. The ortho team call themselves the cowboys of the operating room. What’s worse is that Im at a university hospital, and so we get residents from all over the country/world. So you’ll see kids who grew up in New Hampshire essentially get bullied/peer-pressured into operating on people in cowboy boots.
Okay we’ve looped back around to being sad. Don’t get me wrong it’s still kinda funny, but WOW, the level of self-harm toxic masculinity perpetuates is wild.
Yeap, luckily my specialty isn’t taught at this university so nobody in my department grew up here. So even though we’re part of orthopedics and rehabilitation, I’m mostly kept isolated from the cowboy particles, and everybody here thinks it’s incredibly weird.
They are infectious though. I picked up “howdy” while living in the South. I’d never cosplay with a hat or boots, but I’ll hit everyone and their mother with a friendly howdy. Even though I’m now back in the frozen north where I belong.
It would be hilarious for me as well if it wasn’t so commonplace where I am. One of the ortho docs at my hospital got in trouble a couple years ago because he made his own commercial for himself after the marketing department told him he couldn’t wear his cowboy hat/boots in their commercial.
Him and his office still occasionally wear the shirts he had made out of protest/spite after being subpoenaed by the head of marketing.
It’s contagious. The ortho team call themselves the cowboys of the operating room. What’s worse is that Im at a university hospital, and so we get residents from all over the country/world. So you’ll see kids who grew up in New Hampshire essentially get bullied/peer-pressured into operating on people in cowboy boots.
Okay we’ve looped back around to being sad. Don’t get me wrong it’s still kinda funny, but WOW, the level of self-harm toxic masculinity perpetuates is wild.
Yeap, luckily my specialty isn’t taught at this university so nobody in my department grew up here. So even though we’re part of orthopedics and rehabilitation, I’m mostly kept isolated from the cowboy particles, and everybody here thinks it’s incredibly weird.
They are infectious though. I picked up “howdy” while living in the South. I’d never cosplay with a hat or boots, but I’ll hit everyone and their mother with a friendly howdy. Even though I’m now back in the frozen north where I belong.