… And by “sexy”, I mean “this blog”. Hello my beloved readers! Academic issues kept me away from SOS for a little while, but like Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain, I just don’t know how to quit you. Or, in the words of Enrique Iglesias, you can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape my love. Has anyone else noticed that Enrique seems just a little less sexy (and more than a little less successful) ever since he had the surgery to remove his trademark mole? I mean, I understand that it was potentially precancerous and all, but it was just so beautiful. He was the Cindy Crawford of Latin music.
Today’s perfume is Ungaro Diva, which I found for the unbelievable price of $9 at Filene’s Basement. Diva was created in 1983 by Jacques Polge, one year after his Chanel Coco hit the market. Diva could definitely pass for Coco’s little sister, but to my nose it lacks much of Coco’s class and good manners. Diva is LOUD, brash, and brassy. Very ’80s. This is not to say that it doesn’t smell great, because it does- it’s a lovely rose chypre with jasmine and a strong honey note. Diva is reputedly worn by Sophia Loren, but I personally feel that it has more in common with a rather different Italian icon. I speak, of course, of Jersey Shore’s J-Woww.
When J-Woww appears on the TV screen, you know that one of three things is about to happen:
- Someone will get punched in the face and/or have their extensions pulled out.
- J-Woww will leave the club early because she “felt like eating ham”.
- DJ Pauly D will reveal that he has a pierced penis.
One of the three. Non-Jersey Shore lovers will just have to believe me when I tell you that J-Woww is an awful lot of fun, and terrifically trashy in the best possible way. She wouldn’t be caught dead in Coco, but Diva could be just right. (If you wear and love Diva, please know that I mean this as the highest compliment.)