O MAGAZINE
My mother has always had this thing about me going to the eye doctor regularly. I have no idea why. I’ve never had any trouble seeing and in fact I read in the dark all the time. Still, if only to keep my mother from calling and calling me, I go to the eye doctor as often as I go the dentist, about every 6 months or so. I only wish the magazines in the eye doctor’s waiting room were more entertaining. To keep from falling asleep, I leaf through pamphlets about eye laser surgery options. It’s that or reading Oprah’s magazine, which I vowed years ago never to do. The other options are all these auto magazines and, quite honestly, I drive a car, but that doesn’t mean that I want to read about cars. I don’t even know how to change my oil. Then there’s all these magazines aimed at teenage girls and whoever is undeserving their hero for this month. Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and all these other young actresses whose name I never heard of before. Whatever happened to doctors having magazines like Highlights in their waiting rooms? I used to read through a stack of those when I was a kid.