I wonder exactly when the "Age of FDS" was. If it started in 1970, when did it end? '74? '78? Also, I just keep humming "It's the Age o-of FDS" to the tune of "Age of Aquarius." But that's my problem, so don't worry about it.

The copy refers to "today's young woman," but I'm sorry, was the definition of "young" different in the seventies? Like, by 10 years or something? Because these are clearly adults having a cocktail party. With cocktails and everything. None of them have been "young" for years. Also, if you can get past the horrifying mentions of "vaginal odor" and the like in the text, you'll notice that they try to offset that by overloading every sentence with as many nice words as possible. "Femininity," "gentle," "beautiful," "nicer," and all that. The text is as pretty as you'll feel when you use this spray.

Also, while I can't quite make out what that image is supposed to be on the top of the box (it sort of looks like a woman posing in a white sheet or something, looking clean, I suppose), I love the tagline under the logo. "a most personal sort of deodorant." Well, that's one way to phrase it and not scare people away.

This is just one of the many reasons why I'm glad I'm gay. I don't want to have to deal with that sort of thing with women. It's just unsettling. I mean, look at that poor man in the background, longingly wishing he could be part of the party. But he can't. Because the slag in the red dress he came with clearly isn't using FDS, so she's a little stanky. Just look at her face — she knows it!