There's a reason we're not supposed to be friends with our doctors, and Martha Patterson's "Target of Ridicule" makes the reason plain in case it wasn't already obvious. How are you supposed to share friendly banter with someone who has seen or felt around all your intimate parts? It's uncomfortable to think about. I sort of wonder if it's hard for docs like that to make friends. If the doctor in this play is any indication, I'd guess yes! Ripe for comic performance!
There's a reason we're not supposed to be friends with our doctors, and Martha Patterson's "Target of Ridicule" makes the reason plain in case it wasn't already obvious. How are you supposed to share friendly banter with someone who has seen or felt around all your intimate parts? It's uncomfortable to think about. I sort of wonder if it's hard for docs like that to make friends. If the doctor in this play is any indication, I'd guess yes! Ripe for comic performance!