Oh, I had a pretty good idea what you meant, but the first picture does seem to me somewhat ambiguous. I’m looking at it loop right now and it looks kind of dismissive while at the same time kind of interested. Perhaps if I knew the character/show I could read it better.
As to ratemyprofessor, even disregarding the hotness silliness, I’m not enthused. Too much noise, not useful as a guide. That said I sometimes check it after I’ve taken a class just out of curiosity.
In my last year I took courses exclusively based on who was teaching them rather than the subject because a great professor can make any subject interesting and a terrible one can ruin a subject you think you like. So I definitely like the concept of knowing whether a professor is a good one. But, as with any public rating system, the ratings are going to be heavily corrupted by… people. I’m sure ratemyprofessor is a really useful site for people whose life experience tells them that by-and-large, what’s popular is best.
Oh good… yeah, the character is constantly dismissive of all around her. My better half claims that she always looks constipated, though. But that’s the point of reaction gifs, right, they are little loops disconnected from their context, in order to express something specific in an online conversation.
Yeah, I look at it too. In fact, I just realized I’m on there now… And no hotness score…
Yeah, I’ve taken classes based on the professor, but I usually find out about them through word of mouth. Ratemyprofessor raters don’t usually put enough nuance in their comments. (Probably hard to with so little space.) It’s hard to get a real feel for the instructor.
I wonder what score my old Programming prof, Shouty Dave, who is basically a drunken, sweary hobbit with a fondness for FORTRAN would get… 
I’ve had this standing by for five years, hoping to be able to trot it out for the occasional social dickmeasuring contest as you describe, but it really never comes up in my circles.
Heck, I even have the Official ID Card:
Somewhere I have a dash placard for my car, that’s s’posed to give me preferential parking at the weddings and funerals and baby-consecratings and similar deity-bothering affairs at which I am duly ordained and empowered to officiate. Cost me fifteen bucks.
But the only Doctors I encounter are those who don rubber gloves before interacting with you, so I’ll never get to enjoy this particular interaction, unless I do somehow ever end up going back to school. But y’know, I always have trouble addressing people who aren’t my friends or family or colleagues by their first name… and yet I always feel weird saying “Mister So-and-So” or “Ms Whatshername” to anyone, going way back to high school when I’d address the parents of a girlfriend. As much as possible, I avoid addressing anyone at all, leaving all names and titles out of the conversation except when absolutely necessary to avoid a “hey you.” It’s kind of amazing how good at that avoidance I’ve gotten.
At some point in the last several years, I joined the ACLU with a fifty-dollar donation, and since the drop-down list for appellation included Reverend, now all my mail from the ACLU comes address to the Reverend Donald Petersen. That always tickles me.
Everyone I meet is called ‘Hey.’
Or if I like them ‘Hey!’
Also applicable, ‘Hey man,’ ‘Hey dude,’ ‘Hey, whassup,’ or the ever ready ‘Hey, how you doing?’
If I start using the names of the people I do know, shit’s gonna get awkward real fast.
Edit: Also, I have my fingers crossed you get to just crush some overbearing tool with this in the future. 
Well, whatever intimidation value my $15 credential can bring to bear, coupled with my most solemn pomposity, probably wouldn’t faze a waiter at TGI Friday’s. I mean, how seriously can you take this face anyway?
So, can you get me into that Aphex Twin gig?
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