Oh, my sexist nostalgia strikes again! No wonder, after I had read this, that my mother complained I wanted to be a nurse rather than a doctor. But really, which was more appealing: Doctor Dan the Bandage Man, or Nurse Nancy? (I wanted to be a nurse to take care of people, what can I say. Of course my legs-- and my grasp of chemistry-- would never stand for it, so here I am a librarian.) Furthermore, when I read the biographies of Clara Barton as a middle schooler (Clara being one of the standard female subjects of dated biographies!) I realize I pictured her rush to the assistance of her injured brother as similar to Nurse Nancy's.
Just goes to show, what we show our kids in childhood will shape their ideas, eh?