I wear “men’s” cologne—
—(in quotes because gendered products are a sham) and sometimes people can be weird about it. Like, I’ve had strangers tell me I smell amazing and ask which perfume I’m wearing, but when I tell them it’s At the Barber’s by Replica they give me side-eye.
“Is that a man’s cologne?” they say, and I say “No, I’m a woman and it’s mine, so it quite literally is a woman’s cologne—a cologne that belongs to a woman.” But they rarely agree and just give me more side-eye because smelling delicious apparently isn’t something I should be allowed to do without scrutiny.
Anyway, so this morning I had to swing by my boyfriend’s place For Reasons and he gave me a big good-morning hug and went, “Oh my GOD, you smell GREAT.” And he smiled and sniffed me for a bit and said, “I love that cologne. You know I’m going to steal some from you when we live together, right?”
“I know,” I said. “We’ll share the bottle.”
And he smiled and told me. “We’re going to smell great at the same time and it’s going to be awesome.”
There’s no point to this post, really. It just made me happy that he’s not threatened by my “men’s” shoes/cologne/clothes/bath products, when apparently that’s a lot to ask from people sometimes who think I should only buy things packaged in the color pink (which is a great color but I don’t need it on EVERYTHING, OK?).
Wear whatever the fuck you like, friendos. I dumped a dude because he told me I needed to stop wearing my favorite wingtip Oxfords around him. Be with someone who is enthusiastic about your whole self, not someone who gives your sartorial sense the side-eye.
This has been a pointless PSA.