There's a conjunctivitis epidemic sweeping through Hyderabad. As many as 30% of the population is expected to be hit. I guess a lot of people missed that day in 7th grade when the middle school assembly was devoted to the evils of sharing mascara. Of course, now all I want to do is obsessively rub my eyes. Apparently, Monsoon is, historically, pink-eye season here in the big H. It's harder to maintain proper hygiene, or something like that. Frankly, I'm not sure I get the correlation--I only play a doctor on the teevee. Actually, it's not "pink-eye," it's "Madras eye." This kind of seems like a gratuitous slur against a region that's given J.Crew a raison d'etre lo these many summers, and whose namesake drink has brought so much stealth drunkeness to the under-25 set, but what do I know. Maybe they had it coming. Damn you, Madras!
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