Ask anyone who knows me to describe me in one word, and they'll probably all say the same thing: 'cute'. I get called it all the time; so much so that sometimes it makes me want to punch people in the face. But they're right. I own a straw boater. I dig Zooey Deschanel. I carry a Hello Kitty compact mirror in my bag. Cupcakes make me giddy with delight. I fawn over baby animals. I read - and adore - Lula. I used to have a fringe. Did I mention that I'm a walking, talking cliche? Anyway: I read this pretty great Vanity Fair essay that examines the current tsunami of cuteness – you should read it here. Or, y'know, just go and look at the cute photos of baby animals.