The Deodorant

Whilst lying in bed watching Lis go to work at some ungodly hour (though how any hour is godly I don’t know). She commented on how silly the names of deodorant smells are (I say smells, but presume that the marketing people at the deodorants have come up with a far more pleasing name).
I felt almost embarrassed to tell her (so I didn’t) that I choose my deodorants solely on this very caveat.
As far as I’m concerned they all do the same thing despite the marketers claims and they all smell similar (except lynx – this is grim and should only be worn with a checked shirt and cream trousers with your greased down short hair and chunky gold jewellery.) they all smell of ‘deodorant’ and despite it being a typically Orwellian 1984 type thing, I don’t think it would be a huge crime if some things (deodorant, washing powder, tipp ex) just came in one choice, no brands to choose between. Just a grey can called deodorant for 20p.
So seeing as I have seen through this mockery I realised that no one actually pays any attention to the name anyway. People go by brand or actually testing the smell. I presume that people are paid lots of money to come up with this shite at most of the deodorant buying public blissfully ignore it.
So It has become my mission to choose such things solely on the basis of what overpaid coke snorting idiots decide they should be called.
The one that Lis picked up this morning was Gillette’s “Wild Rain”. Whereas normally I like to go for the sportier names; Activ (no e), “Supreme”. Which I presume are aimed at the same kind of people that buy tracksuits and fancy trainers without ever doing any fitness (like me) but get to feel fit as they spray a sporty deodorant onto their chubby armpits.
So I implore you, let’s all pick our deodorants by smell name. It’s something to do….