I'm working on my computer before my first appointment, and I have the tv on for company. Kelly Ripa just told a long-winded story about being in the Hamptons. They were at the beach. While she lay there, all sun-screened and hatted, her husband struck up a conversation with another man. They got around to professions; the stranger said he was a cosmetic dermatologist. This got Kelly's attention, so she sat up, took off her hat, rubbed off her sun screen, and asked the doctor if he could do anything for her. He proceeded to give her face an examination, right there on the beach. So Kelly's husband said,

"Sir, I am so grateful you're not a gynocologist!"