I was sitting in a doctor's examining room, waiting for the good doctor to arrive for my consultation. He often runs late, so I took a magazine out of the wall rack to read to pass the time. I chose "Inland Empire", a glossy magazine devoted to the social life of our region. This issue highlighted women of public note and their contributions. The editors conducted a public opinion poll--a non-scientific survey, I am sure. They asked women a series of questions about their tastes and concerns. One question: "Who is the sexiest man alive?"
The answers were ranked: 1, my husband; 2, Johnny Depp; (and others). I broke out in loud howl and guffaw and nearly fell out of my chair. Johnny Depp! What is sexy about Johnny Depp? I am so clueless. My wife told me that Depp is so sexy she won't share her fantasies of him.
And what about this result, 1, my husband! You know, of course, that the women were lying with this choice. I've seen a lot of husbands in the Inland Empire, and never anyone who looked like Johnny Depp. Most look like Dan Bernstein. So, adjusted for reality and for sense of humor, Johnny Depp swept the field as the sexiest man alive.
Should I eat a different breakfast cereal? I can change. I can learn. But would it be enough?