Now, I will say that hubby rocks, and he’s of the family-oriented sort.  No skipping on key family events for golf games.  The daycare ladies swooned when they learned he does Maddie’s hair every day (and purchases all her hair accessories).

But no matter how sensitive he is, I don’t think he’ll ever buy a self-help book, much less recommend one to a friend.

Tonight, as I stood in line at the bookstore, one professionally dressed man chatted up a friend he saw near some display tables:

Suit 1: What are you looking for today?
Suit 2: Nothing in particular.  Had a few minutes to kill while the rest of the family caught a movie.  I’m meeting them for dinner in a bit.
Suit 1:  If you’re interested, this book right here is pretty good.  [I had to peek.]
Suit 2: The Four Agreements?  What’s that about?
Suit 1:  It’s all about how to live your life...put into four principles.  It’s really helped me.

I never realized I had a self-help stereotype, but two forty-something suits discussing a new age book is just...weird.