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So, it always seemed somehow un-macho to like flavored coffees. A "real" coffee person doesn't deign to drink them, because they're usually just nasty coffee masked by wufty oils, and if you can't really taste the coffee, then what's the point of drinking it, right? La la snobby shit la. I mean, the occasional foray into hazelnut might be admissible, but anything more always seemed like it would bump you down into the world of girlie drinks.

Important note: I never cared how anyone else took their coffee (or if, in fact, they took coffee at all), but I always tried to hold mine to this weird standard. I'd drink brown diner water before I'd pay money for a flavored coffee.

(That might not be fair. I love diners. I even love bad diner coffee.)

Well, screw it. The cafe downstairs carries a coffee called "Vanilla Fantasia". A girlier name was never had by a coffee. And, fine, I like it! I'm drinking it right now! Yum, dammit!