When Rihanna ascended the red-carpeted steps of the Met donning a fur-trimmed, ten-plus foot long golden robe, we crowned her as princess of “fuck yes.” What was most “fuck yes” about her head-turning train: it’s uncanny resemblance to eggs. Case and point. Eggs are not just the breakfast food darlings of the fashion world. An underwater crater off the coast of Portugal is referred to as The Fried Egg. A whole species of jellyfish derive their name from their egg-likeness. Artist Sarah Lucas bore them on her chest (as did I, for Halloween). Eggs captivate. They are adorable, aspirational, kawaii, undeniably good. In celebration of basking under the sunny side up, here’s a scramble of favorite egg moments.