Bullshit: talk to your doctor about it

After I had finished the morning paper, I looked around the waiting room at my doctor's office for some reading material. I picked up the nearest glossy, a self-proclaimed 'Mindstyle Magazine' called 'Happinez' (the Dutch love deliberate misspellings of English, it makes them look all savvy and hip). The magazine had a sticker on it that said, 'Waiting Room Copy', so it wasn't brought in by a patient.
I was only vaguely aware of this magazine, but to my surprise, it turned out to consist almost completely of articles about Ravi Shankar, alternative medicine, general noncommittal 'spirituality' and other such nonsense. Now while I don't hold with such views, I don't mind anyone believing this. Some of my best friends are New Age types.
But this is a doctor's office. A place where I expect to be treated in a rational, scientific manner, and to find that common sense reflected in the office. Instead, I find claptrap about how thinking positively might cure me. I know the doctors are busy, but this is just silly.