What's the deal with masculinity and the traditional American breakfast? The idea that it is our birthright, as American men, to eat a big breakfast of eggs, bacon or sausage, and toast, all covered in grease, is quite pervasive. When one says something like bacon...
pointless displays of masculinity
I've just read (actually re-read -- first time was about 20 years ago) Hemingway's Death in the Afternoon, his 1932 study of the Spanish bullfight. There's a lot of interesting.
So I'd just like to state for the record that -- unlike John Ashcroft, Glenn Reynolds and god knows how many other jackass wingnuts -- I have absolutely no interest.