Taking style cues from rock stars, I’d love to be able to wear a hat like Bob Dylan, hang a cigarette from my lower lip like Keith Richards, drape myself in scarves like Jagger, sport mutton chops like Neil Young's and a 'fro like Sly Stone's, effect a sneer like Elvis's and, finally, have an ass like Bruce Springsteen’s. Hey, the man has a helluva caboose. I’m comfortable enough in my manhood to acknowledge that.