…if you’re Harry Styles, a super-rich pop star, Vogue cover icon, movie actor and occasional cross-dressing fashion plate. Very easy. No sweat. You just need to glide along and feel the fizzy, dreamy mood, which, for Styles, currently includes an ongoing romantic rapture with Olivia Wilde.

Nobody wants the company of toxic males, of course, but how many guys look, live and dress like Styles? Be honest. When the wages have stopped and the pressure is on, it’s generally very, very hard to “be” Harry…to fly anywhere, wear anything, try on this or that ball gown or pearl necklace or adopt this or that identity with coolness and confidence…it’s very hard (if not damn near impossible) for struggling 20somethings of whatever sexual persuasion to wear that Styles profile.

Wilde to People‘s Ale Russian, in a 1.4.21 piece: “To me, [Harry is] very modern, and I hope that this brand of confidence as a male that Harry has — truly devoid of any traces of toxic masculinity — is indicative of his generation and therefore the future of the world. I think he is in many ways championing that, spearheading that. It’s pretty powerful and kind of extraordinary to see someone in his position redefining what it can mean to be a man with confidence.”

More Styles honesty: Suppose it was Harry Styles rather than Burt Reynolds who came upon that post-rape aftermath in Deliverance? Would Harry have gotten out his crossbow and drilled that hillbilly rapist through the back and chest? You know what Styles would’ve done. He would have shed a tear and gently asked the hillbillies to cease and desist while humming a tune.

Reynolds’ macho character (i.e., “Lewis”) was arguably a toxic type, but he sure as hell won over a lot of 1972 male viewers in this instance. What if Olivia Wilde has been sexually assaulted instead of Ned Beatty? Are you going to tell me she would disapprove of her grimy attacker getting his just desserts because she doesn’t like toxic males?