Bruce Cameron

Editor’s Note: The following column was originally published in 2009.

I wanted to start this column by saying it was “time to check the mailbag,” but it’s e-mail: It doesn’t come in a bag, it comes in a deluge, with over 90 percent of it trying to sell me things to make sure I’m enough of a man for “her.” (They often send along a picture of a presumably underserved, and certainly underdressed, woman, but she sure doesn’t look like any “her” that I know.)

But I do sometimes hear from readers, many of whom complain that I write too often/not enough, and that my most recent column is the funniest...