I am sitting in a coffeeshop, trying to write something meaningful and interesting and inspiring. There is a woman sitting behind me and speaking in a cutesy, cringe-inducing voice. If I hadn't turned around and shot her a withering stare, I wouldn't have discovered that the sugary voice belonged to a woman and not a five year old child.
There are many things in the world that I dislike (bell peppers, laziness, goat cheese, sitting next to crying children), but grown-women-who-pretend-they-are-little-girls has to be near the top of my list. Come on! Who are you fooling? No, I don't think you are cute. I really don't.