So who got me the Playboy subscription? When my nurse checked my mail today, I was a bit surprised to see the November issue mixed in with the standard junk. I don’t remember signing up for it and I can’t figure out who else would have ordered it for me. Not that I’m complaining. There was a time when I would have freaked out a bit because I’d be concerned about offending my nursing staff. Now, I really don’t care and I suspect most of my nurses won’t either (as long as I don’t plaster centerfolds over every wall) Actually, Playboy has a kind of quaint innocence to it in this age of the Pornification of America. So in it goes the magazine rack with all of the other stuff waiting to be read. Now I can find out how to mix a really dry martini, how to find my imaginary girlfriend’s g-spot, and other useful knowledge.
