Articles

By COREY LEVITAN

I have a serious drinking problem. I refuse to partake from my wife's glass.

Like an otherwise normal person, I will swap spit during a kiss, since I am in love. However, imagine bottoming up an empty glass that your loved one has spit repeatedly into. Gross, right? That is exactly how I feel about doing the champagne switch toast.

By COREY LEVITAN

As many Americans re-evaluate their thoughts on male circumcision—and there's an ongoing debate about whether circumcision is necessary—it's too late for most of us who were subjected without a say in the issue. Or is it?

A company called Foregen claims it will be able to grow a custom-made foreskin in a lab, in the not-too-distant future, using your own stem cells, and surgically "re"-attach it to your penis.

By COREY LEVITAN

Is there a more romantic way to spend a wedding anniversary than at the AVN Awards?  

Initially, I saw a conflict between covering the annual Las Vegas porn extravaganza and celebrating my 11th anniversary, which fell on the same weekend. Then, I realized that I could combine the two, and use the opportunity to have porn stars offer us some marital guidance.

By COREY LEVITAN

Remember the illogical question Captain Kirk asked that evil floating robot that made its head smoke? Here's one for your favorite vegan.

All vegans go out of their way to avoid ingesting animal products—even cage-free eggs, milk and honey. But boy, is there a sticky situation for those with male sex partners: Semen is not plant-based. And, depending on whether teeth are involved, it may not even be cruelty-free.

By COREY LEVITAN & JUSTIN YURKANIN

The latest craze in London is speed dating with a paper bag on your head. No, seriously. It's the perfect antidote to the digital narcissism of today's young singles, who regularly lie to themselves when they say looks don't matter.

While traditional, bag-free speed daters wonder why they're still alone after rejecting soulmate-after-future-soulmate because of a bald head or a double chin, these Londoners seem to have hit upon a novel way of seeking romantic compatibility—and of hiding their bad British teeth.

By COREY LEVITAN

Angelina Jolie kicked off her right stiletto shoe. Her black-stockinged toes rubbed their way up the outside of my right jeans leg, then toward the inside, her immense almond eyes lasering into mine to gauge reaction.

No, you didn’t click on a softcore fan fiction site by mistake. THIS REALLY HAPPENED.