Take a look around Atlanta. What makes it so pleasant, traffic and smog aside? Decent galleries and theaters? Fine restaurants, perhaps? Manicured yards? Hot bodies? And, what, might you ask, is behind all those things? In a word: GAYS. Gays make Atlanta great. They shape its fashion sense. They lend it cultural depth. They make it smell pretty. Like they say on "Queer Eye," a city without queers is like a medicine cabinet without exfoliating cream. Without gays, we'd all be nose-hair-flaunting, tastelessly decorated, bad-skinned, hopelessly dressed losers with bad hair. Thank you, gays. You make Atlanta hot.