It’s funny, as an adult, to realize how stupid a name “He-Man” is. When I was a kid, I didn’t think anything of it; it was the character’s name, after all, and I didn’t see anything beyond that. I was given a He-Man figure before I’d heard anything about the character or any of the rest of the Masters of the Universe (Such a 1980s product line, in terms of names!), along with a bunch of other figures from the line – Man-at-Arms, maybe? Stratos, the guy with wings on his arms? – by my gran, and I loved them a lot. In part, I think, because I loved her; they felt especially rare and special because of her, if that makes sense. The cartoon that accompanied the toys was a favorite, for some time, too. The golden age of my childhood, in terms of toys.