Ok, prejudice. I have a name prejudice. There are certain names that seem to have a definite connotation of low acheivement. Like Brandy. Brandy is a name that seems very young and unaccomplished to me. And lo and behold, my beloved white dog's vet turned out to be named Brandy.
 
Poor Sadie was so sick a while back. She had diarrhea and was vomiting. She finally lay down by the pool with her head hanging over the edge toward the water, but she wouldn't even try to sip any more because a tiny sip led to intractable retching with nothing left to bring up. I thought she was going to die.
 
I called the vet. Brandy was on call, and I remember thinking, oh my gawd, my dog's dying and I get a Valley Girl dressed up like a doctor. But she was very kind over the phone, gave me suggestions for how to get through the night, assured me both that she didn't think Sadie was dying, but that she would be happy to meet me at the office should  I so desire. I decided to give it a whirl for a bit longer, and Sadie indeed got better during the night.
 
Nevertheless, I went to the office the next morning to meet Dr Brandy in person. I was quite impressed. She was so professional, so kind to Sadie, and kind to me too, in my sleepless stupor. Sadie hates going to the vet, but responded very favorably to Brandy.
 
So, yet another prejudice bites the dust. Dammit. Who can I hold to be inviolably a subject for my scorn? Looks like... nobody. Not even girls named Brandy.