Notice that airport convenience stores always stock pornographic magazines. And folks are buying. Hustle to your seat and look over at the dude flying to Vegas in the backwards ball cap. A copy of SkyMall sits in his lap like he needs to find something for his estranged aunt, stat—and luckily she loves stone gnomes that also massage your back and clean your pool. He begins to read and you steal a glance. Guess SkyMall sells shaved vulvas now.

Sidebar: How is this a guy? Who reads porn in public? Why is there enough evidence validating this stereotype's existence that dude gets a look?