I've spent evenings with male strippers and female hookers for the sake of journalism, but these platonic misadventures were lackluster compared to the day I spent on an L.A. porno set, observing the workplace's daily grind. I was too cheap to rent a car, so a friend courteously drove me to the unmarked warehouse in the San Fernando Valley. (He's gay, and thus wouldn't normally care about ...

Conan O'Brien in acid-wash jeggings was a disturbing sight, but not as disturbing as Tim Gunn's proclamation that such ultra-snug denim is "not just [for] ladies." Fashion-forward men from the catwalks of Milan to the boutiques of SoHo have embraced these body-hugging abominations. CoCo's gender-bending experiment, however ludicrous and satirical, will only spread the unholy gospel. Long-limbed ...

Every man has skeletons in his closet. And for half a decade, I've had crotchless boxers in mine. In 2005, the German company sacfree (lower-case "s" for some reason) sent me a trial pair of its innovative undergarment, which covers your banana while exposing your kiwis. A hilariously mistranslated press release accompanied the, uh, package: "The world-wide first testicle-free men's ...