<p>Confession is good for the soul. Time for all the latent and overt antidentite bigots to emerge and purge. :)</p>
<p>I confess to a certain amount of such behavior, such as multiple dentist jokes, snide remarks and complaints about delays and seemingly excessive charges. I still floss daily, though… ;)</p>
<p>Though I cannot claim to check my calendar daily in hope of finding a much-awaited dentist appointment, I will admit that our very own audiophile has done an effective job of increasing my awareness of “antidentite bigotry,” so I am committed to making sure that I no longer add to the problem, which is apparently substantial enough for p2n to start a thread addressing. :)</p>
<p>Now, I’m still not crazy about “Marathon Man,” at least certain scenes, but…</p>
<p>I must admit that the adorabe young dentist that my kids go to has also helped to foster this awareness. He looks kinda like the old Steve from Blue’s Clues (‘cept he’s cuter), and though he has a rather bizarre sense of humor at times, I can defintely see that he means well! And of course, he takes great care of my kids’ teeth! ;)</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>Hi b,</p>
<p>If you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the problem… :rolleyes:</p>
<p>Take a bite out of antidentite bigotry! :)</p>
<p>I now have a prejudice against New England dentists. When we lived there, ALL the dentists I had believed (or appeared to believe) that a little pain was not a big deal. I was told not to be a wimp, to take an advil before I came in, that kind of thing. It seemed to be part of their ethic that painkillers were a bad thing. Perhaps a lingering Puritan suffering thing. </p>
<p>When I moved to Seattle and the first thing my new dentist (trained at Tufts, BTW) wanted to do was a root canal, I went into a panic because I’d had so much pain with a previous crown. She said “oh, don’t worry, we’ll use nitrous and we won’t start until you’re completely numb.” And I had my first dental appointment EVER where I didn’t want to cry during it. Her attitude has persuaded several of my phobic friends to come in, too.</p>
<p>Dentistry in our little group has taken on a whole new meaning for the women. See, there’s this really attractive guy doing dentistry in town and the women sort of line up to get their regular exams. And then they come back with their kids… then their husbands… then strangers they pick up on the roadsides… then their family pets…</p>
<p>Turn about’s fair play, I guess. Dr. Mary was our family dentist in California…</p>
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Didn’t know you lived in our small Kansas town! ;)</p>
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<strong>ABSOLUTELY</strong> We need to get to the root of this problem IMMEDIATELY…and drill dental respect into all of our offspring! :D</p>
<p>~b, who is forming her own “Fight Antidentite Bigotry” group NOW.</p>
<p>Thanks for starting a thread to bring awareness to this insidious problem. Sure, it starts with a few jokes and some slurs. “Hey, denty!” Next thing you know you’re saying they should have their own schools.</p>
<p>Remember, only dentists can get away with telling dentist jokes, and even then, a certain sensitivity is appropriate. To wit:</p>
<p>While waiting for her first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, a woman noticed his certificate, which bore his full name. Suddenly, she remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in her high school class some 30 plus years ago. Upon seeing him, however, she quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been her classmate. After he had examined her teeth, she asked him if he had attended the local high school. “Yes,” he replied. “When did you graduate?” she asked. He answered, “In 1971. Why?” “You were in my class!” she exclaimed. He looked at her closely, and then he asked, “What did you teach?”</p>
<p>We are here you for you, audio. </p>
<p>(Got any other d jokes? ;))</p>
<p>I think it was a old Robert Klein dentist routine where he imitated the noise you hear while in the dentist’s waiting area, starting with a high pitched, zzzzzzzzrrr, zzzzzzzzzrrr, and graduating to a deeper, drill-bit-on-impenetrable-object, low-frequency heavy vibrating sound. Hilarious and accurate.</p>
<p>That and the scene from ‘Marathon Man’ was enough to chill the stoutest resolve. :)</p>
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Typical guy. <em>sigh</em></p>
<p>Hey, I’ll have y’all know that at my 20th h.s. reunion, the WOMEN looked MEGATONS better than the men (and THAT’s countin’ my being PREGGO at the time!). 'Course that’s just my humble <em>female</em> opinion…We women DO have more make-up options, but still… ;)</p>
<p>Regardless, I shall forgive the lapse, audio, and will chime in with p2n to let you know that we care…and yes, we are here for you! 
<----there’s some teeth for ya!</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>Are Brits by definition antidentite bigots? :)</p>
<p>Is it safe??? (If you have to ask) Probably not! :eek:</p>
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<em>SHIVERS</em> You’re gonna give me NIGHTMARES, and after all the progress I’ve made! ;)</p>
<p>As I posted elsewhere, in another time. space and universe, I LIKE my dentist. After all, he is the nephew of my good friend’s good friend’s father-in-law. Actually I started out going to his uncle, whose practice he bought, and who was, and still is, at around 90 years old, a character of the first magnitude (but that’s another story).
And HE tells ME the dentist jokes, but I usually forget them.</p>
<p>** Another example** :eek:</p>
<p>When I was young and just a bad little kid,
My momma noticed funny things I did.
Like shootin’ puppies with a BB-Gun.
I’d poison guppies, and when I was done,
I’d find a ■■■■■-cat and bash in it’s head.
That’s when my momma said…
(What did she say?)
She said my boy I think someday
You’ll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay…</p>
<p>You’ll be a dentist.
You have a talent for causing things pain!
Son, be a dentist.
People will pay you to be inhumane!</p>
<p>You’re temperment’s wrong for the priesthood,
And teaching would suit you still less.
Son, be a dentist.
You’ll be a success.</p>
<p>“Here he is folks, the leader of the plaque.”
“Watch him suck up that gas. Oh My God!”
“He’s a dentist and he’ll never ever be any good.”
“Who wants their teeth done by the Marqui DeSade?”</p>
<p>“Oh, that hurts! Wait! I’m not numb!”
“Eh, Shut Up! Open Wide! Here I Come!”</p>
<p>I am your dentist.
And I enjoy the career that I picked.
I’m your dentist.
And I get off on the pain I inflict!</p>
<p>I thrill when I drill a bicuspid.
It’s swell, though then tell me I’m mal-adjusted.</p>
<p>And though it may cause my patients distress.
Somewhere…Somewhere in heaven above me…
I know…I know that my momma’s proud of me.
“Oh, Momma…”</p>
<p>'Cause I’m a dentist…
And a success!</p>
<p>“Say ahh…”
“Say AHhhh…”
“Say AAARRRHHHH!!!”
"Now Spit</p>
<p>********<strong><em>ROFLMAO</em></strong>*******</p>
<p>Now, NO ONE can say that this thread is not college related!!! Look at the great career counseling that audio has kindly provided! :D</p>
<p>Audio, have you ever seen “Little Shop of Horrors”? There’s a dentist like the one you describe in it! :)</p>
<p>That’s a good one! </p>
<p>Honestly, good dentistry is a wonderful thing. See: :D</p>
<p>(It’s the dentists that are wacky. ;))</p>
<p>My dentist says: “Bottled water is the best thing that’s come along for dentists in decades. Cavities are now back (yippie!) since kids are now drinking tons of water that’s not fluoridated.”</p>
<p>I am an antidentite bigot. As is the usual case with bigotry, my antidentite tendencies are rooted in fear. From my earliest memories, visits to the dentist (which were few and far between for my large, Irish-Catholic, occasionally uninsured family) were exercises in torture. There were always cavities to be filled and judgement cast upon the poor soul in the chair, who dared to come up short in the battle against plaque. </p>
<p>Now, I have to take a valium before making my appointment, and a few more before I’ll show up in the office, and I need to be basically unconcious to not run out of the waiting room, screaming.</p>