Tucker Max, professional sexist, swung through College Park, Md., and Washington, D.C., last month to help promote his new movie, "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell." Tucker Max events, you may be surprised to learn, can actually prove helpful to us feminists. Max has the power to gather all the local sexist douchebags into one convenient location for an evening, and that makes those people a lot easier to identify (and mock). But if you didn't have the heart to trudge out and ridicule the hordes of Tucker Max fans in person, it's not too late to get in on the fun. Max has graciously provided anecdotal and recorded evidence of the tour's douchiest attendees for us! See if you can spot any douches from your workplace, biology class, or overpriced Georgetown lounge:

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Here's Max's video of the "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" premiere in College, Park, Md. It includes a douchebag who allows Max's video minion to shoot him in the face with a Nerf gun in the hopes of coming face-to-face with his douche idol. It also features a lady-douche who allows a gentleman-douche to spit his chewing tobacco into her mouth. She wins a beer bong. Over on the written side, Max informs us of one College Park douche who says he once had sex with a fat woman in order to finally seize the opportunity to tell a disposable sex partner to weave him a basket.

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Over at the Washington, D.C., premiere, Max's video minion ridicules both Vietnamese and African-American women, the former for being employed as a pedicurist, and the latter for having a name he finds funny. He also exposes several douchebags gathered outside the premier who can recite obscure details of Tucker Max's sexcapades, but are unable to name the second and third presidents of the United States. Max's douchey law-school buddies get in on the fun, but they ask Max not to repeat any of the shit they said, because they are douchey guys who went to law school. Also featured: An awkward night-vision shot of a theater full of douchebags writhing with glee when Tucker Max makes a joke about exterminating fat chicks, or whatever the fuck that guy does for a living.

UPDATE: Oh! Welcome, Tucker Max fans! While I'm not scraping the sand out of my vagina or feeding my cats, I'm composing more poorly-written articles about Tucker Max that you're sure to love. Clicky-clicky!

The cover of Washingtonian's "26 Reasons to Love Living Here" edition features a shirtless Barack Obama as "Reason #2: Our New Neighbor Is Hot." Wow, #1 must be at least barely endurable to beat out file photos of Barack Obama's muscles. Really makes you wonder what the other 25 Reasons to Tolerate This Place And Also Pick Up This Magazine could be? Only subscribers know for sure.

As the inauguration nears, Craigslist has been a-flutter with the romantic overtures of dudes looking for inauguration ball arm-candy and other dudes looking for inauguration week couch-surfing-with-benefits. Your best bets:

* This man-seeking-man inauguration ticket offerer has a range of interests, including "hiking, backpacking, mountain biking, snowboarding, reading, writing, cooking, dining out, watching movies, dancing, exploring the city and good conversation." Could you be his other interest? "I tend to like younger, or at least youthful, intelligent, energetic, interesting, skinny/lean guys who look at the world differently," he writes. Interested parties could get more than just a dance: "I'm also well-endowed and pretty damn good in bed."

* A recent widow based in Old Town Alexandria is hungry for French cuisine—and historic dancing. "I'm thinking about meeting at the nice French Restaurant La Gaulois in Old Towne, one of my favorite places. Wine, dinner, dessert on me," he writes. "I also have passes to inaugural balls—we can talk about—if that is something you would be interested in accompanying me to." For those with discerning dinner date standards, this Virginian comes highly recommended. He is a "very nice man, no children, upscale professional, nice house in Old Towne, former military leadership position, great job with job security, 6'3'', well cultured and well traveled."

* This inauguration invite is strictly local—this ticket-holder seeks "an attractive woman who would like to go with me to the ball and maybe even the inauguration itself"—as long as she keeps it in the neighborhood. "Please live in DC near GW (like FB, Dupont, Georgetown, Logan, etc)," he writes. "I have heard that traffic is going to be horrible and don't feel like getting stood up because some bridge is closed."

* This 48-year-old inauguration week visitor seeks three days of "clean and bug free" housing for "sleeping and rejuvenating for the next day." Interested renters net $150—and perhaps "a little fun."

"One of my goals will be to pass out business cards foldable but I am trying to create. www.stopthemurders.org your picture gets mine," he writes, adding: "I am 420 friendly but cannot participate."

* This 56-year-old unemployed Philadelphian "will pay $25.00 to you, for the privilege of sleeping on your sofa for one night, Inauguration Eve." The remainder of the post bears repeating:

I will provide my own food, probably take out.

All I require is a sofa, some blankets, and a sink for shaving, brushing teeth, and washing up.

I am quiet, will not disturb your routine. I will read or watch tv with you.

I will be gone first thing in the morning and will not need to return to your home after that.

Having said that, I am not crazy about long distance relationships. but I can return the favor if you travel to Philly and perhaps a friendship could develop.

Any race, any age, any religion.

If required, I can provide a photo ID (uploaded to email) in advance of completing the arrangement.

Thanks.

Photo by soundfromwayout.