Speaking of He-Man, I am reminded how as a child, I started to run like He-Man. I did this, of coarse, so that I could be as cool as the most powerful man in the universe. As you might guess, as soon as my new running form was seen by other human beings, I was mocked and ridiculed to the degree that I learned one of nature's cruelest realities: Sprinting like a gimp will only earn the respect of the deaf, dumb, and steroid abusers sporting underwear made from hay. Some men live their entire lives and never learn this lesson.
