Cool Dad Job: Physician
Latest Cool Dad Achievement: Saving our asses.
It’s hard to be cool when you’re a 79-year-old white guy standing behind a podium in the Trump White House. But to be in that place, surrounded by cynics and opportunists, and to champion truth, facts, and reason — that makes you Brad Fucking Pitt (who will, naturally, play you on Saturday Night Live). Fauci is more rough-and-tumble than he comes across in public. When dealing with politicians, he relies on the mock-Latin expression Illegitimi non carborundum: “Don’t let the bastards grind you down.” Against all odds, he hasn’t. Fauci isn’t the hero we wanted, but he’s the hero we needed, a medical professional of consummate integrity and seemingly boundless patience. A realist who worked tirelessly to lower the death toll during the AIDS crisis and remained productive within a defunded and politicized CDC, Fauci is America’s family physician.
How does he feel about his wife and three daughters? Let’s turn to the literature for that. According to a report in the Journal of Clinical Investigation, they give Fauci “more satisfaction than anything in life.” As he stands next to Trump, course-correcting us away from hydroxychloroquine, it’s fairly obvious that Fauci would like to just go home. He hasn’t. We owe him a debt of tremendous gratitude for that.