Former 'Maxim' editor Dave Itzkoff's memoir Lads gets the standard reviews, but we don't really care about much after the first paragraph, which might as well be an introduction to New York media:

In the years following his 1998 college graduation, Dave Itzkoff got high at work, snorted cocaine, attempted to smoke a substance that may or may not have been crack cocaine, took Ecstasy at a co-worker's wedding and groped his boss' wife on the dance floor, watched a substantial amount of porn, had sex with a prostitute, attended a boozy bachelor weekend in New Orleans, crashed a golf cart during an equally alcohol-infused week in Jamaica, and called a woman a truly horrible four letter word when she confronted him about the damaged golf cart.

Seriously? Okay, maybe we'll read the book.
The Company Of Lads [Newsday]