I'm nursing my wife, who demonstrated, once again, how Hollywood differs from reality. In films, ladies swoon into a gentle, comfortable heap. It's all quite elegant. Not so much when the fainting occurs in fact, and the floor is marble.
She will be fine. However, the event has prevented me from researching a topic for today's column. In my stead is the substitute teacher: you. Below are excerpts from some reader emails, followed by my comments. Thanks much for the contributions! This article would not exist otherwise.