Politicians, pundits and critics — hardly nature's athletes — are demanding things be "muscular." But maybe butterball bloviators should exercise their vocabularies instead of reaching for this stale bon not.
The word is a book reviewer's staple — it seems muscular prose is written by everyone but Jose Canseco. It's been applied to meatless subjects such as Chicago's architecture, mid-tempo '70s rock, China's navy, Russell Crowe's sensitivity, a Lexus' lines and a Spanish wine.
The next guy to pull a "muscular" ought to be subjected to physical therapy by someone who can lift more than a finger.
— BRENDAN BUHLER