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We were briefly terrified that Thursday Styles had gone straight on us. The lead story, after all, is on perfumes; the teenagers who may or may not be having "rainbow parties" are having heterosexual oral sex at those parties, if they exist; and then there are features on such boringly hetero things as co-ed spinning classes, heavy-duty baby strollers (well, OK, maybe that could be ready as lesbionic), and ordering the new Harry Potter online.

We were distraught. What sort of social pressures had forced Thursday Styles back into the closet? Why couldn't it stand up for itself? Was there perhaps truth to the ex-gay movement? As we pondered these questions, we found ourselves idling giving the front page of the section another look. And then we noticed two things.

First, the lede to the perfume article: "What does Alan Cumming smell like?"

And, second, the photo next to the "rainbow party" piece: Seven barechested guys, all in Versace.

Welcome back, honey. We missed you for those few minutes.

Thursday Styles [NYT]