In my podiatrist's office. There's a wind chime with high-heeled shoes dangling from it, a little knickknack shelf with ceramic high heels on display, posters of high heels and--in the examining room--a switchplate adorned with high-heeled shoes. I suppose it's natural that a man who deals with feet all day would have a shoe fetish, but isn't this display of high heels akin to a dentist displaying statuettes of Hershey's kisses?
Actually, in my dentist's office, when they move the chair so that you're looking at the ceiling, you're treated to an advertisement for Crest Whitestrips. I kid you not. It's right there on the ceiling with an exhortation to ask the dentist about them.