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People keep posting Harvard data, which says that with merit-based admissions, 48% of students at Harvard would be Asian and only 0.7% would be African American.

But here is what I’m thinking. AI will make many of the jobs for which these Asian students spend their entire childhood and adolescence preparing obsolete. What will be most in demand on the job market is the capacity to be human. Meaning the kind of stuff that AI will never be capable of doing. The caring professions will rule.

And who do you want in a caring role? For example, who would you prefer to attend to you in a retirement home: an African American woman or an Asian one? The answer is obvious. Of course, a black woman who is going to be warm, ebullient, and have a great sense of humor.

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  1. cliff arroyo Avatar
    cliff arroyo

    “who would you prefer to attend to you in a retirement home”

    All things considered, probably a Filipina… they seem to be the international gold standard for people related labor.

    A Latina from some countries would also be pleasant as long as nothing very precise was needed in my care.

    At one point I would have no problem with an American black woman but American Blacks have undergone a couple of decades of programming designed to increase racial resentment and to make them unemployable, so…

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    1. Clarissa Avatar
      Clarissa

      I’ve spent quite a bit of time in the Montreal Jewish Hospital in the past year. As my mother’s illness progressed, we moved from one floor to another, and I now have a big familiarity with four different departments of the hospital.

      What I’ve noticed is that there are very few men in that healthcare system. The ones who are there are wonderful, professional, and amazing. Among female doctors and nurses, a surprisingly large number are deeply emotionally dysregulated. I’m not going to list every bizarre experience I’ve had with this female medical personnel, but there was one very middle-aged female doctor who kept freaking out over the smallest things. For example, I stopped into the family room to eat, and she ran in there, acting bizarrely, that I had left my mother’s room. I explained to her calmly that I’m diabetic and have to eat regularly. Plus, both my aunts were with my mother at that time, and she was not even feeling particularly bad. The female doctor started rolling her eyes at me and acting like a particularly rude teenager. I wasn’t eating anything stinky or drinking alcohol or anything that could possibly provoke this reaction. I understand that these are terminal patients and doctors experience burnout, but the results of the burnout are very unevenly distributed along gender lines.

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      1. Clarissa Avatar
        Clarissa

        Sorry, just one more story so that people understand what I’m talking about.

        When my mother died and I finally came out of her room to talk to the medical personnel, there was only one medical practitioner on duty in the office. She was having a giggly conversation with a friend on the phone. I waited patiently for her to finish giggling, and when she hung up, I said, “My mother died.” Her reaction truly slaughtered. “Yes, and?” she said in an annoyed voice.

        I still don’t understand how it is possible to work in palliative care and not have found any way to engage with grieving relatives beyond a pissed off “yes, and?”

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        1. Dave Avatar
          Dave

          Jfc. Very sorry you experienced this.

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            Clarissa

            This was all outweighed by one really amazing and professional male nurse who should be shown to everybody else at the hospital as an example of how they all should aspire to be.

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              bluebird of bitterness

              I’d had so many bad experiences with doctors and nurses from hell that I reflexively distrust anyone in the profession, and I avoid hospitals and medical people as much as possible. But when I fell and hit my head back in January, I had to go to Urgent Care to get the huge gash in my forehead stitched up. Urgent Care is always scary because you have no idea who you’re going to get — it’s whoever happens to be on duty at the moment — but this time I got lucky. The male nurse who took care of me was wonderful — kind, considerate, and gentle, as well as competent. I wish more nurses were like him.

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                Clarissa

                I’m so sorry. Injuries like those are disturbing, but it’s great to meet a competent medical professional. I’m happy you met one.

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