Reading through a delightful post over at feministing that begins with a vintage video of a mother and daughter getting intimate on a beach on the subject of douching and ends with comments discussing the joy of the word 'douche' as an insult and the value of claiming it as a feminist insult (my personal favourite is douchgobbler and plan to take on this wonderful project of reclamation), Anna directs her readers to a very interesting website.
Vulva Perfume.
Um, wow and WTF? Very hip music, for one, which I have playing over and over again while I write this post... and I can't help thinking of the film Perfume I recently saw, a harrowing tale of a young man with the life goal to capture the perfect scent - the scent of a woman, concentrating it as a tiny bottle of perfume, which would put Europe into a crazed orgasmic ecstatic state of bliss (a beautiful metaphoric film worth checking out) ... Vulva Original claims:
The erotic, intimate scent of an irresistible woman... the precious vaginal odour filled into a small glass phial . . . Vulva Original is not a perfume. It is a beguiling vaginal scent which is purely a substance for your own smelling pleasure. Breath in and enjoy, anytime, anywhere, the odour of a beautiful woman.
I appreciate the rhetoric of this cunt-lovin' website and that they're totin' some serious vag love and selling a supposed smell of vagina! As questionable as the very thin, nipple/naval pierced air brushed models are, I still find the website and advertisement (cheesy suited guy and all) less offensive than the video initiating the feministing thread of a mother telling her daughter she ought to clean out her diry vagina! Douches be damned!
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