The pits

Guess what fine fragrance I'm wearing?

Ode de pit? Perhaps. Degree has decided to get into the "fine fragrance" game, because making my pits smell like a waterfall at dawn wasn't enough. In one of my girlie mags, I came across a sample of Degree's "Classic Romance." An inner dialogue ensued.

RITA

Classic Romance? As in reminiscent of some odiferous B.O. from the 1800's when people didn't bathe that often? That'll really get me a baby-daddy sometime soon.

Rita rips open the sample strip, takes a whiff.

RITA

Hmmmm... not bad, but something's not right here. I know how the scent of my Degree deoderant 'alters' after a day of writing under deadline. Phew. Yeah, This is gonna end badly.

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No matter how you dress it up, it's still fresh smelling stuff from a pit-juice fighting company. Call it "fine fragrance," call it "ode de" call it... anything. It's still DEGREE. Stick to what you know. Degree- you're the pits. And that's okay!

xoxo,

RiRi

The Pits...

This is a GOOD combination...

The truth about Matthew McConahottie via People Magazine on "deoderant-gate." The reason why he doesn't get cozy with a deo stick? He...

"doesn't like to smell like something or someone else."

Okay... I get it. Uniqueness is cool. But stank is rank. And he agrees...

"If my smell starts to bother someone, I'll take a shower."

Good to know. Cuz guys can get ripe pretty fast. It'd be one thing if you oozed chocolate or roses... but what always fascinates me is how the offending smell producer NEVER can smell his/her on stench. How is this possible?

Another one of life's mysteries...

NOTE: McConnahottie is still HOT. His potential for reekness doesn't deter from that. What does that say about me?