This summer, I have a public service announcement: sweating is hot.
I will admit that I'm biased — I'm kind of a sweaty person. I've tried a lot of deodorants in my life, including the "all-natural" one my mom once sent me, claiming it was the best deodorant she'd ever used. When that hippie bullshit left me smelly and sweat-soaked at the end of an eighty-degree day, I called her on her claim. "Well," she sniffed, "I guess I just don't sweat that much." Because I clearly can't rely on family, I took a stranger's advice and bought some "clinical strength" deodorant. It works great! I sweat way less now, so much less that I've become concerned that I will Pay a Price for this new freedom. So I read with eagerness Nina Shen Rastogi's Slate column on the health and environmental impact of deodorants.