There Of Montreal’s Kevin Barnes was, caught in a stance reminiscent to the one by a sasquatch in the hoaxed Bigfoot photograph taken in 1967 by rancher Roger Patterson, letting his meat hang out on a Las Vegas stage – the photos of which were proudly displayed by Pitchfork, with a warning label that what we were about to see was not safe for the work environment. Barnes later explained in a radio interview that his one true goal is for peace on earth and he believes that if you can stand in front of your peers naked once a month that we’ll solve all of this fighting and war business. This is a theory that will never get its day in the sun as it would likely take everyone doing this on a monthly basis to have any effect on all of the hatred in the world. Full frontal nudity, she’s strong, but bullets – they’re stronger. It takes some real sack to show your weiner – especially for what sounds to have been a duration of close to a half an hour in Barnes’ case. And with that being a tried and true fact (indisputably), there are more and more instances of wang voluntary sightings. It’s the difference between the violations of privacy that Britney Spears and Paris Hilton have had to deal with recently. Sure, they’re going out clubbing without panties, but it should be their prerogatives to do so in this great land of America. Those ever-present cameras just happen to be in the wrong place at the right time. However, with men, illicit photographs of their bits and pieces are not catchable anywhere, even with telephoto lenses. There has to be a willingness to drop pants. Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy made news last year when his self-portrait crotch shots began to circulate throughout the Internet and now, everywhere you look, Wentz is seen in some level of bareness, some half-assed variation of being disrobed, in every music publication known to man. On the cover of the latest Rolling Stone, Wentz is shirtless with his left hand down at his crotch while the rest of his bandmates wear clothes, the right amount of them. In the latest issue of Blender magazine, Wentz is shown with his visual description of himself hanging out at his crotch, otherwise naked, save for a cream-colored pair of Chuck Taylors. He’s become known for his naked body – just as Kelis became known for milkshakes and Bill Buckner became known for the ground ball that went right through his legs in Game Six of the 1986 World Series against the New York Mets. Add to Barnes and Wentz the incredible, show-stopping chase scene in “Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan,” where Sacha Baron Cohen spends what seems to be a half an hour wrestling with and chasing Ken Davitian through a hotel, onto an elevator and finally out and into a conference room absolutely buck-naked. It’s sure to win something at the next MTV Movie Awards, but it was a cop-out on Cohen’s part to opt for the black box for his own privates and keep Davitian’s out there and open for all the world to see. If it had been George Clooney’s movie, you can bet your bottom dollar that he would have taken one for his art and shunned the protective black box, for he’s got nothing to his. Same would go for Nicholson and Johnny Depp. The pickle shots in “Brokeback Mountain” were inevitable, even if they were from a distance of Ennis and Jack running and leaping off a cliff into a lake. We should do nothing if we don’t expect some open-air shafts in a day-long movie about two gay cowboys living secluded in the mountains, watching over livestock. Tighty whitey shots are popular these days. You’ve got Will Ferrell getting down to his skivvies in every other film he does – most recently in “Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby,” where he prays to Oprah Winfrey and asks Tom Cruise to use his scientology “witchcraft” to put out an imaginary fire that he’d caught on himself. This past weekend, Rainn Wilson was in his underwear on “Saturday Night Live.” Jack Black and Kramer are no stranger to the conventional briefs, always a hilarious option. But then you just can’t beat the shocking surprise appearances of salamis as the one M.C. Gainey makes when he comes barreling out of the house and after Paul Giamatti’s car in “Sideways,” just flopping around free and wild. It’s such an unattractive body part any way you look at it, but more power to you crazy fuckers willing to record theirs for a camera. That goes double for you Kevin Barnes.