Tasteless, clueless, classless, and just plain trashy

(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.



  1. Shades of End-Times Roman Empire, where gladiator sweat and other stuff (unmentionable in polite company) as aphrodisiacs, or Roman women selling themselves to said gladiators and war heroes in order to get pregnant.

    I think the best response to Ms. Paltrow was the Dollar General version of her candle. A can of tuna with a birthday candle shoved into it.

    Seriously, who would want her taint in their house?


    Hollyweird is… weird.

  2. The penis candle. Ignoring the politics… Think of this as a Valentine's Day gift. No need to send it to your girl friend, or even a girl, or put your name on it. Could be a great prank.

    Imagine Bubba Steroid the gym rat opening this!

  3. Female empowerment is about becoming a successful doctor, engineer, or businessperson, not this kind of silliness. These celebrities are debasing themselves.

  4. For just $150 a whiff we will combine your scent of choice with Paltrow's and give you a personalized bottle of "I just banged Gwyneth Paltrow!"

  5. " Tasteless, clueless, classless, and just plain trashy." You left out "icky" and "eeyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

  6. Peter, I love you and your blog, but the vajajay candle is NOT marketed to or for right-minded folks. It is intended for dopes, pervs, Democrats, but I repeat myself. It is most assuredly not for the Deplorables or the like.

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