Would you ever patronize a business just because the women who work there are hot? For many men, the answer is yes. Where do we want to eat? Mimi's? Not today. What about Hooter's? That works. Where should we shop for perfume at Christmas time? That store with the pineapple-chested hottie could be a good choice? And what about getting a haircut? The salon with the pierced mutants like what's-her-face's character in Pulp Fiction is one choice. But a better one is the Fantastic Sams with the hot receptionist. And for a dentist? How about the one with the totally hot dental assistants, man?
Hell, no! The last thing in the world I want is to go to a dentist's office where some hottie scrapes crap off my teeth and wipes it onto a little cloth before diving back into my mouth with her little scum scraping thingie. Okay, make it the second-to-last thing in the world. The last thing in the world I want is to go to the doctor to get my hemorrhoids lanced by a doctor with a hot medical assistant. Luckily for me, I've never had to have a hemorrhoid lancing, but if I ever do, I'm checking out all the medical assistants ahead of time, and if any of them rate a 2 or better on a scale of 1 to 10, I'm waddling on out of the office and finding a new doctor.