Why we should ban perfume in public places
For most people, being in close proximity to someone smelling of honeysuckle and patchouli may be sublime. For those, like me, who suffer with ‘fragrance aversion’ — a strong physical reaction to the ingredients in modern perfumes — it is torture.
STFU. “Fragrance aversion”? Seriously?
Sorry, but I happen to love the scent of a woman — New Wife uses Michael Kors Wonderlust, Connie used Giorgio Armani’s Orangerie, my mother wore Estée Lauder’s White Linen and I still have a crush on an old girlfriend who used to wear Revlon Intimate — all with devastating effect on my senses. And the very fact that I still remember those specific scents after all these years should demonstrate my deep affection thereof.
Nothing smells as good as a woman wearing perfume.
Now granted, the thing can be taken too far. I once rode in an elevator with, it should be said, an older woman who must have used Chanel as a bath additive, but even as overpowering as it was, at least it was a pleasant smell.
You see, I too suffer from an aversion. I fucking detest delicate people: people who get the vapors from (as above) scents, people who start hyper-ventilating at the thought of using public transport, people who can’t eat processed meat, people who fall apart when someone says the word “nigger”, and people who are afraid of guns because “guns are dangerous”.
I can live with peanut allergies, because people can die from that — why, I wonder sometimes, was this never a thing when I was a child? — and similar things that are genuinely harmful.
But a fragrance “aversion”? Why did the stupid bint in the above article not just open the car window when her traveling companion reeked of (rough guess) Axe body spray? But oh no, she had to get out of the car because she was nauseated. What bullshit.
I’m not an inconsiderate person — okay, I try not to be inconsiderate, most of the time.
But I’m getting heartily sick of having to tip-toe through life because of people’s “aversions”. It’s just a physical manifestation of the “offended” mindset. And as a wise man once said:
So fucking what, indeed.
