Well, if you notice it behind his ears, then relax: it’s probably only shaving cream.

Give him a break. He’s in a hurry to get somewhere  and forgets to wipe it all off of him. He’s on his way to work, to volunteer at a soup kitchen, for a clandestine meeting with his boyfriend.

Whipped cream is the least of your worries. Did you remember to pick up kitchen sponges? Did you take out the garbage?

Take him to an art gallery in Chelsea, look at Japanese art–notice the young interns at the reception desk, who are all but hidden, save for their eyes and foreheads.

Notice the whipped cream on the other men. They are in a hurry too. And yet they have to stroll through an art gallery, trying to figure out how to approach those half-headed interns to discuss price.