Holy Funking Why?
Monday, April 26th, 2004Well, I was invited to my cousin’s daughter’s 4 year old b-day party. I gladly accepted and made sure to buy the little tike a gift that would drive her parents crazy. Why? Cause that’s what family does. I was sorta dreading the party. I don’t exactly “fit in” with the crowd she hangs out with. Now, that’s not to say I don’t enjoy the company of many of her friends, but well, I stick out like a sore thumb. My attire is akin to something out of an Old Ralph Donna Gap Laren Abercrombie Navy Karen & Fitch commercial. So I visually contrast with the hemp jeans and t-shirts older than those wearing them. I can’t help it, I feel guilty for my faux likeness to “The Man” when I’m around them. Plus the gf was with me and she makes me look like a Birkenstock toting, “legalize it” evangelizing hippie. Yeah, we were gonna go over like a fart in church.
There were plenty of normal hygene’d hippies there. People who understood the basics of American culture and what is “socially acceptable”. But there were several whos’ odors just reached up and slapped you accross the face. I mean, just pungent ass. After several offensive passings (after which of each I felt violated and my lifespan shortened) I had to ask my cousin.
“What’s up with so-and-so and the B.O.?”
“That’s how she rolls. [blah blah blah]… natural pheromones.” Sorry, my hippie BS filter kicked in.
The idea of this initially amazed me. Using one’s odors to attract others. Actually, that wasn’t so odd. Toilet water (perfume/cologne) is used all the time to attract attention. The difference being those are “usually” regarded as pleasant or at least non-offensive odors. Granted, there are exceptions. I know people who like to bathe in their toilet water. At least that’s what it smells like. But the idea of one’s natural odors that are traditionally regarded as “stinky” used to attract others? I just don’t get it. How someone could think the emanation that just burned through my nose hairs could turn someone on is beyond me.
The ironic thing about it, these people didn’t appear to be terribly dirty (except the dreads). But I know plenty of people who have dreads and don’t elicit my gag reflex. They didn’t have visable dirt on their skin, their clothes weren’t sweat-stained. Hell, even their nails were pretty clean. It’s like they have researched funk and found a way to harvest their musk to its highest potency.
So I’m theorizing that pheromones only work on those that want them to work. Maybe I didn’t give it long enough to sink in. Maybe if my face hadn’t gone numb I would have felt an undeniable attraction to her. Guess I’ll never know, cause my sniffer swore to me if I do that again, he’s packing up his shit, taking my lips and kissing my ass good-bye.