I rolled over and buried my nose in my cat to block the newspaper smell.
Actually, it wasn't the newspaper itself - it was what was IN the newspaper.
The perfume ads have arrived.
As one of those people cursed with a super-sensitive nose, perfume ads in anything drive me crazy. That's why I don't buy magazines anymore or breathe when I go down the soap aisle at the grocery store.
And I don't buy perfume or wear it.
But perfume seems to be the gift of choice for people who don't know what else to get for someone.
To me, perfume should be an intensely personal choice. I mean, here you are walking around with some random smell on you that someone else picked out? No. Not for me.
Let's take a look at what the advertisers think will sell all that last minute perfume, shall we?
What is wrong with this woman? It looks like there's a leg coming out of her shoulder which is then bent into some weird, deformed and swollen knee. This ad didn't exactly have me leaping off the couch and dashing to my nearest department store.
Maybe I'm a tough audience, or maybe I'm just not the target audience but perfume ads just rub me the wrong way.