I have always loved Clint Eastwood. My father and I have bonded over many a Saturday morning film. We've been dusty, filthy, clad with corduroy elbow patches, and put in our places over and over. With glee! I just love the no nonsense vibe in every one of the films, whether he has less than 100 lines or more than I can count.
Clint is my mental image of Grit. When life gets rough and I need to borrow someone else's no nonsense sensibility, he's my go to tooth clincher, sans cigar. I can speak my mind and pretend not to care about the consequences when I don the Clint persona.
It never lasts long. Neither do those moments when you need that kind of Grit.