Much, much, MUCH prefer to go to a woman. Truly. It’s bad enough being all butt-naked in the stirrups with some hand poking around with an instrument in there – I don’t need to wonder if the person on the other end of the speculum is thinking odd thoughts about me. Of course, they’ve all seen “parts” a million times before, and it could easily be that the female gyno is thinking odd thoughts, but I’ve never gotten that vibe from one.
My grandma, on the other hand, told me she could never see a female doctor of any kind, because they just “weren’t smart enough – only men have what it takes to be a doctor.” Thank goodness that sentiment is fading, eh? I always wanted to ask her, “Don’t you think you and I are smart enough to do something other than paint our toenails?” She never understood.