But the emotional underpinnings of the story are absolutely sincere, examining the conflict of a man trying hard to lead a devout life in a community where judgment is omnipresent and
class distinctions matter, yet at the same time remain true to himself.
Putting the kidding aside, do you not find it at all instructive that members of the legal profession weren't called «doctor» and seemingly saw no need to be called doctor back when law was commonly described as one of the «learned» professions in a culture where social and
class distinctions mattered.
Not exact matches
Class differences seem to
matter a lot more in this movie than physiological differences — a
distinction that's hardly new to the Farrelly brothers.
This sort of law is not wholly different from past sumptuary laws, which were ostensibly aimed at «restraining luxury or extravagance... in the
matter of apparel, food, furniture, etc.,» as Black's puts it, when in fact they were about maintaining social
class distinctions and hierarchies — and mostly they failed.
Now, a country where (supposedly) social and
class distinctions don't
matter is the source the everyday lawyers as «doctors» of?