Dr. Mehmet Oz, the inexplicably mesmerizing TV physician, says his daytime "Dr. Oz Show" is a "no embarrassment zone." It's ironic that I'm even mentioning it, as I consider daytime TV viewing embarrassing. (Much of my misspent youth was spent basking in brain-numbing cathode rays when I should have been in school.)
Yet on a recent Tuesday afternoon, I sat alone in a hotel room in one of the most exciting cities in the world, watching the boob tube and learning that Oz and I have something in common.
I was in Las Vegas to give a seminar on sentence writing at the Society of Professional Journalists' convention. I was only in Vegas for eight hours, but I let the organizers put me up in a hotel room because I needed a home base — a place to veg out before, and after, my slightly scary public-speaking gig. And what better way to play ostrich than by escaping into a form of entertainment associated with bon-bons and bunny slippers?