The other night here in Los Angeles, where I am working for the week, I was gettin' it on with my West Coast booty call when he encountered a little problem removing my shirt. He was undoing the buttons on what appeared to be a button-up, when they stopped halfway down. Sitting up to get a better look, a confused expression came over his face. "Oh," I said. "It's a popover, not a regular button-up. I'll take it from here." I pulled it over my head, we got back down to business, and the next morning he left, armed with a new word in his vocabulary. Speaking of popovers, here are seven pretty ones that you'll need to teach men how to remove.