Why the modern Artist needs to give up on being such a prissified pansy, a limp wrist-ed imitator of actors and other ne'er do wells, stop painting his face like a mime, pick up a chisel and a hammer, and start acting again like a Real Man. Before I present my thesis proper on this issue let me briefly interject a bit of history into the discussion. Art, architecture, sculpture used to be dominated by real men. Men who could bend iron bars in their bare hands and invent incredible devices, like Leonardo, men who could labor torturous hours suspended...