Brave, brave man

This one is pretty self-explanatory, but here it is anyways: I’m very interested in how a male gynecologist handles the delicate task of examining a woman’s reproductive system. Now, understandably they’re professionals, and they do this every day. It’s the patients that must be more anxious, coming into an enclosed room and spreading their legs for a stranger (one of the opposite sex, no less). But when your job consists everyday of a potentially awkward moment, there’s got to be something to be said of your own internal psyche. What’s going on in a male gynecologist’s mind? How do they help patients deal with the potential awkwardness? How do they themselves deal with it? And what about their life outside of work? How does a significant other handle it? What about their children? (Tommy, what does your dad do? He looks at vaginas! ). Honestly, it takes a certain person to be a gynecologist, especially if they’re male. It’s no easy task. And I’m sure they have a story (or stories) to tell. The only thing I need to do now is find one…