Sociological coffee

Today seemed to be the Baby-carrier's day out. Coffee shops were overflowing with Mommy's wearing the self-satisfied smirk of a job well delivered, and wooden chairs were creaking with the weight of blissful Madre's, still a few months to their destination, shoveling enough stuff down to meet the demands of at least four baby whales .

Considering the average girth of the female form on display, I constructed the following sociological theory:

For the institution of marriage to survive, men must have a) a lowering in their amorous drive post-conception, and/or b) a certain amount of fat-fetish.

The next step, in true sociological spirit, would be to conduct an interview/poll with a large number of subjects, throw out data that doesn't fit my hypothesis, employ dubious statistical methods, couch the conclusions in words of several ponderous syllables, dress up the implications in colourful post-modernist garb(age?), and then run post-haste to the nearest journal's door.

Of course, you can always bring in love, ethics, values and moral clap-trap to destroy my fun little theory.