Have you ever wondered why some foreign people smell so bad? I mean really I don’t get it…like it’s not like bathing is a foreign term/idea….deodorant is not the devil here kids…B.O. is…I can’t handle it…in particular there are two students in my studio who pretty much reek non-stop…like when I was a kid in middle and high school they would pull those stinky kids aside and talk to them about not offending other s and learning about hygiene…why is this not the case today…I mean honestly if you are downwind from one of these girls it makes your nose hurt, like my gag reflex kicks in…like why is it fair that I should nearly retch because you don’t think you need deodorant or a frickin’ shower?
I do really love the women’s bathroom on the 3rd floor of Crosby…it always smells like oranges and soap…two of my favorite smells…this maybe part of the problem…I really love the smell of Dial soap…like it’s comforting for me…this probably has something to do with an OCD mother who cleaned more than Danny Tanner but I digress…so I get to enjoy all of that wonderfulness and then I walk into studio and nearly throw up….like there’s no transition, no “hey nose get ready” you are just suddenly assaulted and I don’t get it…I mean really it’s not fair. Like it’s the equivalent to taking a big dump in the middle of the room….no one says anything? And I try so hard not to sit next to them but somehow they are always creeping near me…the one likes to compliment my jewelry…I tried to respond politely without breathing…you can see the conundrum there…
And in a country like India that has millions of people in close quarters, no one thought of deodorant? That must be the stinkiest city ever…I imagine people using the perfumed handkerchief similar to the times of the bubonic plague….I can’t be sure but that’s the only remedy I think will work.
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