Bachelor Party Poll: How Far Can the Groom Go?

A theme week about bachelor parties is hardly going to work without some serious introspection about the moral neutral zone in which the event cruises at impulse speed. More often than not, it seems that modern men are taking a far too healthy approach, gathering up a collection of their buddies for a wholesome round of golf or paintball, some modest drinking, and perhaps a raucous jaunt to the library. (Just look at the bachelor party search on Flickr, with nary an incriminating hooker shot to be found.)

Yes, I get it: You’re about to commit yourself to one woman (or man!) for the rest of your life, the person who completes you, etc., and why would you want to sully tomorrow’s beautiful ritual with a demeaning handjob from a dispassionate hourly sex worker? I’ll tell you why: because you can.

Our clenched society has finally created a temporary debauchery zone, a single night free of consequence for the average man, and yet so many of you are squandering this opportunity. Why?