When I saw this HotAir headline -- "Lady Gaga’s new perfume smells just like you’d think it would" -- I thought, What? Used motor oil? The jack-o-lantern on our porch six weeks after Halloween? Formaldehyde? No. Worse. Much worse. Think of it as eau de sexual assault.
Which reminds me of this line:
Twentieth century? Why, I could pick a century out of a hat, blindfolded, and come up with a better one.Out of a hat I'll go with the nineteenth century, though the inauspicious beginnings of this one are making the 1950s look pretty wonderful right now. Let us juxtapose:
We now prefer the latter? Really?
It kills me to think of children consuming what LG and the like are selling.
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