You ain't seen nothing yet

One of the finest indicators I can think of to show how Americans' attitude toward health care has changed is just to look at pop music. Used to be, a guy in a pop song fell in love, and it was only natural for him to go see the doctor about it. If you were in the Rascals, you were likely to be prescribed good lovin'. If you were in Bachman Turner Overdrive, you were told that any lovin' is good lovin' (what were doctors like back then?). If you were Harry Nilsson, you naturally saw a witch doctor. If you were in Kiss, you pretended to have gone to a medical school that taught you to take your patient's temperature in a most unorthodox manner.

I can't think of any recent examples of pop songs in which people go to the doctor. I can't say it's not an improvement, medically, for folks to restrain themselves from popping down to the ER every time they develop a crush on someone, but it does seem sort of sad that doing so doesn't ever seem to cross anyone's mind.