Coming from a world where men are synonymous to macho, and pink should rarely be worn, it is hard to believe that a grown man can cry. That giants can gently weep. That the safety of men can be found in The Male Ego. When five giants engage behind six strings and harmony, the result is monumental. They share their testimonies of self-love and self-hate, denial and insecurity, courage and resurrection; the authentic incidents of a boy becoming a man. Here, there are no veils, just verbal illustrations of men and their egos.