We have always had a weird thing about magazine racks in the bathroom.
We get their neccesity, but the implied suggestion of what is being done to warrant reading material always made us feel... odd. Perhaps it's our New England (Jewish?) puritan values. (Adding to our own hypocrisy, we do keep a little book of Rumi Poems on the back of the toilet…what does that imply?)
Are we alone in our insanity? The Gods of Bathroom Month are wondering.