A man screamed at me in the street over feeding stray dogs. Instead of reacting, I looked at him calmly and said: 'Do you realize you're screaming right now at a stranger in the middle of the street?'
He apologized. He drove away.
That is what real masculine power looks like to me — not aggression, but total, unshakeable composure. A leashed violence. A restrained apocalypse.