Fragrance purchases are the lamest of the lame of the stuff that guys cop out and buy for their ladies. I have never spoken to one woman friend who expressed a desire to receive fragrance. Incidentally, guys, they don’t want lingerie in a size too small, either.
It pisses me off that I can’t understand fragrance commercials. The Katy Perry one? “Killer Queen?” If Freddie Mercury showed up, singing the song from the grave, a la that puzzling ad for Dior where Charlize Theron chums it up with Grace Kelly and Marilyn Monroe—if that happened, THAT would give it some street cred. Am I really supposed to buy this empowerment message, that Katy is so free when she cuts off her corset (oh, wait–she kept the corset. Cuz it’s hot.)?
The problem is that these ads are all shot through the most male heterosexual lens possible. Thus the absence of Freddie Mercury, in all his gay and brilliant glory.
Just know, guys, that a gift card to anywhere that is not a grocery store or a vacuum cleaner dealer is gonna get you more game than a damned overpriced bottle of perfume. Face it; so many people these days have asthma and can’t deal with smelling stuff anyway.
The exception to this rule: if you are eight years old and you pick out perfume from Rite Aid for your mommy. You are golden. Come to think of it, perhaps this is why men think that cologne is the ticket for getting that special reaction. That’s sweet. But that ship has sailed, Skippy.
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Yeah! Fight the stinky power!
Well, I knew it was bound to happen someday, Peach… we finally disagree on something — and it’s not the dear, departed, and multi-talented Freddie Mercury — it’s the perfume thing. I love to receive perfume from my husband.
Admittedly, it’s because he a) can’t screw it up — because I not only give him the brand and the nomenclature (parfum vs. eau de toilette, for example), but I also direct him to a website that has pictures and everything — and b) I’m too cheap to buy it for myself. Left to his own devices, I might just get that vacuum cleaner store certificate, so I’ll settle for the cologne. 🙂
I figured I would get at least one response from someone who genuinely likes the gift. I guess if I had ever discovered a high end fragrance that I liked, I would be putting it on my list also. I still can’t stand the commercials. . .
I hope that all your fragrance wishes come true.
Well…the very first prezzy my tugboat man got me 23 years ago was perfume, Pleasures by Estee Lauder, cos that’s what I picked out at the store. I didn’t think it was such a bad thing! I love anything anybody gets me, I just love to open packages. Got a seashell? I love that too. My next door neighbor just brought over a whole bag of seashells for me — I love it almost as much as my Chanel. ALMOST. Happy Holidays to you!!!
Well this is how I should edit: fragrance is the worst gift a guy could give ME. Happy ho ho!