Or Britney. Or Jessica. Or Sarah Jessica. Or Kim Phat Baby whatever. Or Gwyneth. Or J-Lo. Or, for that matter, Liz.
Obviously, though, this is a selling point, some kind of marketing maneuver that works very, very well, and I am once again on the opposite side of a fad.
I am hereby boycotting all fragrances named after a live celebrity! I am convinced that by this action I will alter the course of histery.
Y’know, I don’t even care if the fragrances named after these celebs smell good. They are tainted by association. But in fact as far as I can tell these eponymous effluvia don’t smell any better than your average, everyday knockoff from Walgreens.
Oh well. Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public. Or their sense of smell, either. Truer today than ever before.
(Just in case anybody misunderstood, I don’t want to smell like certain cities in Texas and France, either.)