And what could be more tasteful than the man who, some hundred-odd years ago, almost singlehandedly invented the idea of the kind of stardom later exploited by Steve Reeves, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and, of course, Buck Winston: the art of male display.
His name was Eugen Sandow, also known as Sandow the Magnificent. He was, among many other things, the first and only Ziegfeld Man, a lone muscled presence among the feathers and sequins of the Follies Girls.
There's no question that he had what it takes:
And the occasional allusion to classical antiquity made it all seem so respectable:
He sure knew how to fill out a leopard-skin loincloth - an art lost to us today, I fear, except for the dimming memory of Mickey Hargitay:
Like so many great beauties, he didn't make old bones, dying at 58 of what seemed suspiciously like syphilis.
It was quite something while it lasted, though - and wouldn't you love to hear what the pianist had to say about it all?