Life The Big Prick Men can finally get what they want below the belt—sort of—with a little help from the neighborhood clinic. I saw for myself how that’s going. Sign up for the Slatest to get the most insightful analysis, criticism, and advice out there, delivered to your inbox daily. “We’ll be right with you, my man.” I’d never been greeted this way at a doctor’s office before, but then again, I’d never been to a place like the Tennessee Men’s Clinic. I’d only ever experienced the unpleasant waiting rooms of doctors who take insurance, but this place was posh, softly lit, and full of tasteful furniture. I hardly had time to sit down before a kind nurse ushered me into an examination room and took vials of blood. On the wall behind the patient chair was an ad in the style of a doctor’s office informational poster that explained how the clinic’s compounded blend of medications would deliver two-hour erections. Before I’d finished reading the poster, a doctor came in and shook my hand like he meant it.…