(And when I say “tasteless”, I don’t mean using tastebuds!)
I refer, of course, to the seemingly growing fad among some women of marketing the scent of their nether regions. Gwyneth Paltrow started it, at a not-so-cool $75 per whiff. (Hilariously, a Canadian taxi company promptly copied her using the masculine equivalent at $25 more per pop, to highlight the “pay gap”.)
Now R&B singer Erykah Badu is doing her bit for the cause with a perfume claiming to embody (you should pardon the expression) the scent of her more intimate bits and pieces. She says it was derived from burning her used underwear. Talk about the bonfire of the vanities!
Just why the hell any right-minded person would want to buy something smelling of someone else’s nether regions is completely and utterly beyond me. Indeed, how is it possible for anyone to actually want to claim the friendship or acquaintanceship of someone behaving so trashily? If a relative or friend of mine were to behave like that, it would be the end of our relationship right there and then. If they want to behave like a slut and a whore, they can do so to their heart’s content – but without my approval or approbation. I have higher standards than that, and (as far as I’m aware) so does everybody whose opinion I value.
This isn’t women’s liberation, or empowerment, or anything positive at all. It’s a blight on their aspirations, and a devastating commentary on the “woke” generation that they tolerate it for even a moment. I’m not a customer for either woman’s products, but if I were, this would turn me into a former customer in a heartbeat. How can any self-respecting person associate with people who actually take pride in marketing products like that?
I need something to settle my stomach. The disgust aroused by those reports is nauseating, to put it mildly.