Those tiny macarons studding this cake are like the prettiest, most girly, edible punk spikes. I'd wear a jacket like that.
I like that Easter is the one time of the year where macho dudes feel it's okay to embrace pink. Of course I wish this would happen all year round, baby steps. I'm willing to bet you could get a high pitched squee out of pretty much anyone with bunny shaped macarons though.
Oh the coffee, oh the sifting, oh what beautiful eggs. I think I have the macaron vapors! Someone quick, run to Laduree and fetch me a salted caramel and a pistachio and I might pull through!