It's only fair that bloggers have a reputation for being snarky bitches: we spend countless hours pouring over an electronic unreality for readers who probably don't even care. Worse yet, we find ourselves in preppy cafes filled with rich Europeans and babies, which is exactly where we found ourselves a little while ago.

Thus, we decided to move to a more gay cafe to find a bit of homo inspiration - only natural, right essentialists? But, as is too often the case, the inspiration came from a straight man. Yep. And what's more, he was a straight man with a baby, smelling her baby head, and glowing as she burbled her little baby speak. (No relation to gay speak, right constructionists?)

It was one of those twee little moments of life, akin to puppies playing in freshly shorn grass, that makes us want to barf with joy. We feel rejuvenated. Thanks, straight man with the baby. In some way, you've made the world a better place. Well, at least our world.

Don't worry, it'll fade...