It Just Makes Scents
Can someone please tell me how we learn the important craft that is "Applying Scent"? Or, better yet, unlearn our techniques if they are the kind that include spraying your sweater and scarf along with your person? Can you look under Deprogramming in the Yellow Pages to rid yourself of the urge to float along, surrounded by an odiforous bubble? Come now, you know you want to....

What drives some men and women to spritz their fragrances until they are walking around in a fog, like Pigpen from the Peanuts? This wouldn't be so horrible if it was a pleasant scent, but carrying out the above with some dime store imitation of a more well-thought-out-by-chemists scent; well, that should just be illegal. People: I should NOT be able to smell you long after you've rounded the corner, gotten into your car and driven off. Doesn't that shite make your eyes water? Don't you notice flies and the occasional cat dropping dead in front of you? How about the death stares from those around you who seem all of the sudden to be holding their breath, their cheeks puffed out, clinging to the last inhalation of clean air they are likely to find for the next ten minutes?

Why, people?

Posted at 3:43 p.m.