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“Have you ever known a PhD holder that demanded to be called “doctor”?”Oh, yes.One was a PhD in education and was a Grade-A pain in the ...Not only did she insist on being called “Doctora” (doctor), but she would insist on calling younger women “Señorita” (miss) in a condescending manner.In out first meeting, back when I worked for the Puerto Rico Dept. of Education (at the time called the Department of Public Instruction), she was heading a politically-motivated waste of money... I mean a “special project”... and I was the department's legal adviser attached to it.Yeah, I drew the short straw.So the meeting starts without introductions being made; she just took immediate control of the meeting as if we all had a clue as to who she was, all dressed in a brown, tan, and gold paisley pantsuit that reminded me of the diaper of my daughter after eating half a bag of peanut butter cookies. After ten minutes of telling us just what senators, legislators, executive aides, corporations, and assorted suck-ups were sponsoring the project, and how much this project meant to the Office of the Governor™ (the ™ emphasizes the devout manner in which she said the phrase; pausing just before saying it, taking a deep breath and saying it with the joy of a True Believer), one of the teachers that would actually do the real work of the project dared to ask for the woman's name: “¿Cuál es su nombre, señora?” (What is your name, Ma'am?).Whooo boy! It may have been a bit tactless, but we were all thinking the same thing, and nobody expected the reaction.The woman straightened up, with a look of disgust in her face, and addressed the full conference table with the same tone one chastises unruly children:“Yo soy LA DOCTORA Bootlicker Poopypants. Tengo un grado de doctorado y una maestría en educación. Ustedes se dirijirán hacia mi como DOCTORA Poopypants.” (I am DOCTOR Bootlicker Poopypants [not her real name]. I have a doctorate degree AND a master's degree in education [as if you could get a PhD without the master's]. You will address me as DOCTOR Poopypants.) All emphasis are hers.This did not go well with everyone in the room, mostly occupied with career teachers or administrators with many years' experience in the field, several with postgraduate degrees or even multiples. It was especially hard to swallow because A) this woman looked to be on the young side of a PhD, and B) we knew she was there because of her connections, not her accomplishments; we had seen her type many times before and they all seemed to come from the same jerk factory.The senior administrator at the meeting, a veteran of 30 years in the trenches, instantly felt the mood change and stood up to take over the meeting, stating that it was a good time to get to know the team and started introducing us by name and function in the team. The one man in the room received a curt nod from Dr. Poopypants. If the woman looked older, Dr. Poopypants would either nod (if far) or (if near) shake the hand and say “Señora” (Ma'am) in a somewhat respectful manner. When the person was a young woman however, Dr. Poopypants would just look at the woman down her nose and say “Señorita” (Miss) it a tone full of contempt, regardless of whether the person was across the room or sitting literally next to her, as I was.I should point out that up until very recently I looked much younger than my actual age (nowadays... let's not talk about that). It is also customary in Spanish-speaking countries (like Puerto Rico) that lawyers who have passed the Bar are addressed with the title “Licenciado” or “Licenciada” (licensed practitioner).I mention this because I was introduced last in the group as “nuestra asesora legal, Sarah Weaver” (Our legal adviser, Sarah Weaver). This was not unusual; everybody was being introduced by their anticipated function on the team along with their basic work experience.To make things worse, at the time I was mourning the passing of my husband a month prior and was dressed in black with a hijab.Dr. Poopypants looked even more disgusted than usual and uttered her dismissive “Señorita” practically under her breath as she sat quickly, moving the seat a few inches further away from me.“Doctora,” I corrected, “o licenciada, si prefiere. Tengo un doctorado en leyes, dos maestrías, he pasado la reválida; no he sido señorita desde que me casé, y como estoy en duelo no creo que me case de nuevo.” (Doctor, or ‘licensed’ if you prefer. I have a doctorate in law, two masters' degrees, and I have passed the Bar exam; I have not been a ‘miss’ since I married, and given that I am in mourning, I doubt I will marry again.)I waited until the pallor of her embarrassment set in before continuing: “Pero mis amigas me llaman Rita, y trabajo bien en equipo.” (But my friends call me Rita and I play well with others.)It was a very uncomfortable couple of minutes until the senior administrator again took the reins of the meeting and handed out the (badly made) literature for the project and cut the meeting short for an early lunch.Dr. Poopypants asked for a different legal adviser, but was told that I was it. She always addressed me as “Licenciada”, and blew the money for the project in promoting it (not actually implementing it). All legal and by-the-book; a total waste of money and resources.I never saw her again after the project. She married one of the suppliers for the project (<gasp!>). People who worked with her afterwards have told me that she still insists on being called Dr. whatshername, but to me she will always be DOCTOR Poopypants.