I am not a "believer" in general, although I will say one of my friends made a fragrance for me, using essential oils and amber, to land me a job. And it totally worked *that time*.
I know I smelled like a bazillion bucks, and I think that translated to heightened confidence.
Also, the fragrance seemed to drive men, in particular, wild. Men seem never to comment on how I smell... except for when I'm wearing this fragrance. Unfortunately :-( I'll never be able to reproduce this, and my friend has passed away. #perfume
My confidence comes in a bottle of Bulgari Black. Best $75 I've spent so far this year. (I also wore this 10 years ago when it first came out and I was living in Zurich so it came with awesome scent memory free of charge) #perfume
Ugh, I'm going to be crucified, but . . . I kinda agree. It's not very ladylike. Sometimes unavoidable, obviously, but still not ladylike.
I can count on my fingers the number of times I've passed gas in front of anyone else, male or female. If I can't manage to be alone or outside, I will hold it until I feel like I'm going to burst.
Sorry, but the prissy ol' southern belle in me just refuses to find this 'acceptable behavior.'
@MJ: I'm not southern, but I am kind of a priss. One time, before we lived together, I was staying over at Mr. Foibs house. I farted in my sleep loud enough to wake myself up. I lay there, terrified that he'd heard. To this day, that and one other time when I was half-asleep and he was in bed watching early morning SportsCenter, are the only times I have ever audibly cut one in his presence. The first time, the one that woke me up, upset me so much that I called my BFF the next morning from work so she could calm me down. I was actually thinking of breaking up with him because of the embarassment. (I didn't, obvs.)
@MJ: I don't rip 'em if front of just anybody, but if my husband lets one fly, well, you get what you give.
If I'm somewhere other than home, I try to be private about it. My Grandfather used to "go look at the boat," which our family euphamism now. My husband steps on alot of barking spiders and ducks.
Once, though, we were shopping and I let a SBD go, and blamed it on him when you could smell it into the nest aisle - people were gagging.
@littlebunnyfoofoo: SO TRUE! Incidentally, this is also when I had to give up the "No pooping in public bathrooms" rule for myself. It just wasn't an option anymore!
@sparklesaurus: Yes, my boyfriend told me that the first time he felt that we were truly a couple was when he let it rip in front of me and it wasn't awkward. I felt special.
I think expanding the quote helps us understand just how daft Mr. Bennett really is:
I guess women have to let go at times too but it just doesn't seem right, but if they do then it shouldn't smell or make a sound. I mean come on if you were on a date with Angelina Jolie a lunch date eating
spaghetti and pancakes or whatever it is people eat in Hollywood and as she's feeding you she farts. Do you let her slide because of her
beauty or call her out?
Spaghetti and pancakes? Uh, Hollywood ladies don't eat carbs, especially pancakey ones. And why is Angelina feeding him? I obviously have no idea what's sexy.
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I know I smelled like a bazillion bucks, and I think that translated to heightened confidence.
Also, the fragrance seemed to drive men, in particular, wild. Men seem never to comment on how I smell... except for when I'm wearing this fragrance. Unfortunately :-( I'll never be able to reproduce this, and my friend has passed away. #perfume
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That is all. #perfume
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I don't think a guy should fart or pass gas around me.
That's what bathrooms and outside are for.
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And bear the shame
Then not to toot
And bear the pain.
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No baby, that's your breath.
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I can count on my fingers the number of times I've passed gas in front of anyone else, male or female. If I can't manage to be alone or outside, I will hold it until I feel like I'm going to burst.
Sorry, but the prissy ol' southern belle in me just refuses to find this 'acceptable behavior.'
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If I'm somewhere other than home, I try to be private about it. My Grandfather used to "go look at the boat," which our family euphamism now. My husband steps on alot of barking spiders and ducks.
Once, though, we were shopping and I let a SBD go, and blamed it on him when you could smell it into the nest aisle - people were gagging.
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I guess women have to let go at times too but it just doesn't seem right, but if they do then it shouldn't smell or make a sound. I mean come on if you were on a date with Angelina Jolie a lunch date eating
spaghetti and pancakes or whatever it is people eat in Hollywood and as she's feeding you she farts. Do you let her slide because of her
beauty or call her out?
Spaghetti and pancakes? Uh, Hollywood ladies don't eat carbs, especially pancakey ones. And why is Angelina feeding him? I obviously have no idea what's sexy.