Why Men Even Choose Gynecology? Here's The Naked Truth
People kept askin' me why I even care about this topic. Well, let me tell you. It all started last Tuesday. I was sitting in the cafeteria at County General, scarfin' down some questionable meatloaf. This dude in scrubs plops down next to me. We start shootin' the breeze. Turns out he's in OB-GYN – and get this – he's a guy. So I just point blank asked him: “Man, why the hell you doin' that? Isn't it awkward?”
He just laughed. Not that fake polite chuckle either. A real, deep belly laugh. “Everyone asks that,” he said, wipin' his mouth. “Look – nobody just wakes up dreamin' of cervixes.” That got my attention. So I started huntin' down other guys in the field. Nurses kept givin' me side-eye when I asked ’em to introduce me to male OB-GYNs. Like I was some kinda creep. Felt weird, but I pushed through.
Here’s the raw deal I pieced together from five different docs over coffee:
- Accident Most Times: One doc straight up told me, “Didn't plan it. Rotated through every damn department. Saw my first complicated delivery during OB rounds – baby shoulder stuck, mom bleedin' bad. Whole team snapped into action like this scary machine. Felt real. Felt useful. Signed up right after.”
- Dead Wrong Assumptions: Another guy got pissed. “Listen, everybody thinks we're pervs or somethin'. Screw that. Saw my mom suffer with terrible periods growing up. Docs blew her off. Wanted to actually listen to women when they say somethin's wrong.”
- Weirdest Reason? Honest answer from a senior guy: “I suck at surgery with big cavities. Gave me nightmares, butcherin' big bellies during general surgery rotations. Pelvis? Nice tight space. Can see what I'm doing. Feels… precise.” Never thought about surgery like carpentry before that.
Then came the kicker. Found this older doctor – looked tired as hell. Sat in his cluttered office, diplomas dusty. He just sighed heavy. “Everybody wants female OB-GYNs now. Patients request it. Hospital pushes it. Felt like I needed permission slips just to practice lately.” Took a long sip of bad coffee. “Last year? Had a patient. Young thing. Bad bleedin'. Saw three female docs already, nobody figured it out. Complex clotting disorder. Took me ten minutes to suspect. Saved her from a hysterectomy she didn't need.” He leaned in, voice drop'd low. “Doesn't matter that I love the work. They're phasing us old dinosaurs out.”
Felt like I'd punched him. This wasn't some gossip; it was a career sinkin'. Left his office feeling cold. Suddenly, the whole “Why?” question felt stupidly small. Bigger truth? Some just got damn good at helping women. And now? Society's tellin' them “Thanks, but no thanks” based purely on what's between their legs. Yeah. Makes you chew on that meatloaf harder.
