It may be April Fool’s Day, but Gawker.com writer Rich Juzwiak’s nightlife essays are no joke. No armchair commentator, Rich’s empirical escapades in bedrooms and back rooms and amusement park men’s rooms allow him to report with frank authority on the milieu of single gay men in New York City. As an anthropologist exploring his own subculture, Rich serves as an ambassador and—unwilled—an often contentious voice for his peers. Despite the responsibility intrinsic to the role as mouthpiece, Rich doesn’t get fetishistic about his sex accounts. He appreciates camp and believes fun should be fun, or even funny, as in this passage from his favorite Judy Blume novel, Wifey.