Oops. Sorry! Hope I didn't ruin it for you!
I guess it could have been another issue, besides women in the workforce, to touch off this discussion, but I can't help but muse over the irony.
Once we women became tough (I mean really independent and in control of our own destinies) that popular tastes turned soft, even gooey.
I mean, there were the stay-at-home mothers in dresses and high heels wearing Butch perfumes of leather, tobacco, smoke, and green chypre. Cuir de Russie, Cabochard, Scandal, Habanita, Miss Dior...
And now we haul ourselves off to work each morning, drag ourselves back in the evening, take care of the kids, our parents, our houses, our yards.
And the industry gives us perfumes that smell like little girls, cotton candy, and cookies?