It is interesting to me that our growing intolerance in America has now spread to include our assumed inalienable right to demand preference on "workplace" smells.
Obviously, some folks need to work at a meat processing plant for a while. Of course, those people would be "allergic" to such work (probably because they are allergic to work...period.
As a...what'd they call it last week in the news..."retro guy" I think (defined as guys who prefer getting in touch with their inner man to getting in touch with their inner girl), I appreciate the investment a lady is willing to make in her frangrance and appearance.
Personally I buy and wear Old Spice, which was my Dad's signature scent, although for a different reason. He did not wear designer fragrances because he could not afford them. I, on the other hand, do not feel justified putting a designer fragrance on a drugstore face.
My experience in the workplace these days is that people are paranoid about EVERYTHING. It is true that being paranoid doesn't mean that someone isn't really out to get you, but I think today's whinoceros I-wanna-live-in-a-bubble-and-draw-pay-for-it (scratch that. Make it...I-want-everyone-else-to-live-in-a- bubble-while-I-draw-overtime-to-control-their- impact-on-my-environment) generation should really worry about people with B.O.
After all, body order is incontrovertible evidence that bacteria are having a serious, and perhaps contagious party on that person's body. No one likes the smell of B.O. disguised by perfume, but a good scrubbing followed with tastefully applied smellum says, "Hey, over here, I'm clean."
It is more than a sad assumption among whinoceri that they are entitled to dictate everyone else's lifestyle to suit their overwhelmingly annoying sensitivities. If assumption is the mother of all screw-ups, they are making the mother of all assumptions.
Forgive me if I have stepped on anyone's nose (scratch that. Make it...toes).
Yours for a clean-shaven, good-smellin' world,