With the exception of those who became psychiatrists–that rarest breed of physician in which educations stepped in science and the humanities somehow converge–the most clueless undergraduates at the competitive college I attended were in the pre-medical cirricullum. A lot of it wasn’t their fault. Although there are wonderful exceptions (my internists in both DC and San Diego are fine thinkers, doctors and human), most MDs I’ve met disappoint me in a regular conversation. If they are “smart”, I am not getting why or how. It’s probably just me–or the defeat of my expectation that doctors, like lawyers, should be Renaissance men of the highest order. Instead, most physicians I meet, am treated by or socialize with seem like desperately bourgeois and out-of-touch American workers, puzzled-looking humans about to drool on their shirts.