Things I learned while in a room full of straight men already tipsy around 6pm on a Saturday night:
1. When asked Who would you do: Jessica Alba or Jessica Biel?, straight men will scoff at the absurdity of the question. They will then respond: Biel. Alba got skinny. Duh.
2. When asked the perennial question Tits or Ass?, straight men will again scoff at the absurdity of the question. They will then respond: Ass. Duh. Your friend and co-worker MK will also add, for clarification, Tits are often fake. Push-up bra, padding, whatever. Ass: that's real. You can't fake that.
3. If you reconfigure the question to add legs as an option, all hell breaks loose.
Given my recent experiences, a room full of straight men bickering about ass is infinitely more entertaining than dating any lone straight man who would probably be much too polite to say the word ass in front of you, much less wax poetic about its conceptual possibilities. I gotta reconsider my priorities.