It’s like a jousting tournament for your armpit.

Yesterday we ran to Target to pick up a few things, one of the items on the list was deodorant for my husband. I’ve made fun of his toiletries before, specifically the Danger Zone, but this one really takes the cake. In fact, Danger Zone looks like a total bitch next to this.

Where do I even start with how awesome this is? It has tussling wolves, for Pete’s sake.

I can only assume Old Spice is trying to cash in on the popularity of Game of Thrones. And you know what? It totally worked on me.

Hell. Yes.

Hell. Yes.

Why should I be stuck with Lilac Breeze, or Vanilla Mist, or whatever feminine-y nonsensical name some Joe Schmo marketing person thought of to get me to part with my hard earned dollars? I too want to be Presidentlord and harness the wolf. And the best part is, it has a surprisingly pleasant smell. Because really, you’d think something with a name like Wolfthorn would smell like, I dunno, steel and blood, or dirt. But this is pretty dang delightful.

Also, I’m seriously thinking about changing my name to Vesta Presidentlord Vayne (can I legally demand that Presidentlord always show up in bold print too? It sounds more authoritative that way) .

Don't mess with me.

Don’t mess with me.

Oh, and by the way, since we don’t have cable, and because HBO totally sucks and won’t get on board with everybody else and release their shows on streaming right after they air, we are just now watching season 2 of Game of Thrones. Do not leave any spoilers in the comment section or I will cry.

I want the Danger Zone.

So I was working on another post, which I will get to, when I walked into my husband’s bathroom and noticed this:

 

Courage, by the way, smells pretty fucking potent.

He actually showed me this at Target last week, and I forgot all about it. But now that I remember…what the hell?? So I got to thinking, who can pull off wearing Danger Zone deodorant, other than The Most Interesting Man on Earth, or possibly, and this is a real maybe, a CIA double agent (aside from my husband, obviously)?

As I sat there, trying to come up with all sorts of mocking comments about this photo, a nagging thought kept creeping into my head. Why isn’t my deodorant that cool? Why can’t I be in the Danger Zone, dammit? I want to smell like courage too.

We are all aware of gender pricing, and that it’s a total crock of shit (I actually hate that phrase, it’s such an ugly visual, but I also think gender pricing it bullshit, so it’s fitting). Men’s products contain the same ingredients but cost less. The difference? Smell. And packaging. So women get stuck with this:

 

Whatever, it doesn't really smell like roses.

Well I’m sick of it. Sure, I could just buy men’s deodorant, but we should have our own cool stuff. At a comparable price. Powder fresh? Who wants to smell like powder? Why would you want to smell like an infant? Huh? Lilac fresh? Screw that. Clearly this dilemma has been brewing in my subconscious, since I at least chose ‘Wild’ Rose. But that’s not good enough. I want danger.

I would totally buy this.