Fond as my wife is of a particular TV program which relates the life of a sublime female doctor with more PhDs than I have teeth in the private practice of a Los Angeles private medical care, I made the mistake recently of admitting during a moment of rare weakness that I thought the woman was beautiful!  I mean, this woman seemingly had it all, the complete package so to speak, health, looks, beauty, brains and to top it all, a definite feline quality of a body in supreme shape as she danced semi naked in the darkness of her kitchen.

Now I know women (and men) are susceptible to the odd moment of vulnerability, bombarded as we are constantly with images of health products, diet pills, and exercise programs and equipment designed to be the precise and very last missing element in our endeavor of weight loss not to mention Vitamins and Minerals.  And when confronted with perfect people on our TV programs, it is not unreasonable to feel somewhat threatened by the images they project so I was not surprised that my seemingly innocent comment caused my wife to come face to face with her very own boogie man.

And so, thoughtful as I am about sparing you the private details of my married life, suffice to say that much effort in the ensuing argument was spent in the analysis of why this particular doctor actress could afford to be beautiful, thin and sexy.  After all, didn’t she have all the money in the world to afford just about any health product, fitness trainer and more and what woman wouldn’t look her absolute best with that kind of money!