There are giant billboards all over town with Dr. Phil's image on them. There he is, the current icon of pop psychology, looking down on major intersections, hovering over the Wendy's. There's just so many of them - it's really quite scary.
When I was a small lass in the woods of Ohio, the father of one of my little playmates was a podiatrist. One time she told me that her father was a foot doctor and that he would cut off my foot if I didn't bend to her will. When I reported this to my dad, he told me to tell her that he was a head doctor, and that he would cut off her head if she didn't do what I wanted her to do. Mom disapproved. I did it, though, and didn't have many problems with her after that.
