The point is that I developed a fondness for sexually explicit advertisements, and not because I ever tried out their services. The point here is not that I had a huge crush on this co-worker. She and I would read aloud the best ads we could find from that week's Observer-"best" meaning the most explicit or inappropriate-and laugh merrily. In fact, during this time I was an intern at a stuffy corporation that I won't name (American Airlines), and one of my few on-the-job joys was the Thursday-morning coffee klatch in a co-worker's cube. I read the Observer this way because 13 years ago I was more interested in the phone-sex ads and the "seeking" personal ads (men-seeking-men and/or women, women-seeking-men and/or women) than I was in city news. I read Newsweek because I liked the back-page columns by George Will and Meg Greenfield, as well as the magazine's "back of the book" arts coverage. When I was in college I read two publications from back to front: Newsweek and the Dallas Observer.