At least one of the dumb men in your life has a hot sauce obsession. Part of it is because he genuinely enjoys spicy food, but the larger, stupider part is that he sees the amount of heat he can tolerate as a direct line to how manly he is, as if some girl in a bar is going to see him eating wings doused in a laughable amount of the spiciest hot sauce available and think, "Now there's a REAL man. THERE'S the future father of my children."
Please. Women don't care about that crap. In fact, once a woman hits 30, she observes some dude conducting yet another hot sauce eating competition and all she sees is a future of having to carry around a giant bottle of Pepcid AC in her purse for her dumbass husband who literally burned away his stomach lining in his 20's and can no longer eat "spicy" food, like pizza.
So, how do you help your idiot friend continue to enjoy spicy food while not catching eye rolls from every potential future girlfriend in the bar? Pick him up a bottle of Bacchanal Pepper Sauce ($11), which packs heat while still packing flavor (namely scotch bonnet peppers, habaneros, pineapple, papaya, ginger, lime, cilantro, and way more delicious ingredients), making him look like his interests lie more towards the epicurean than the frat house.