Yesterday we indulged the alluringly related issues of gender equality, constitutional interpretations, and topless women in public, so that your little Johnny could go home after a mall visit and lock himself in the bathroom, with Dad's latest issue of Hustler.
Today we ask — and of this issue I was unaware, until a commenter raised my consciousness — what, oh what, as advertised, does Gwyneth Paltrow's vagina smell like?
Thanks to her marketing department and alert Guardian reporter Hadley Freeman, our curiosity can be satisfied without fingering through our wallets for a spare £58:
"According to the candle, it is a 'funny, gorgeous, sexy and beautifully unexpected scent', a mix of 'geranium, citrusy bergamot, and cedar absolutes juxtaposed with damask rose and ambrette seed'. To which one can only say: boy, Gwyneth sure does spend a lot of time [with her head up her vagina] to have picked up on all that. I’ve read entire wine menus with fewer descriptive references."
Ms. Freeman further informs that Gwyneth has sold out of her candles, so I guess I'll just have to go knock on Gwyneth's door.
Because I'm all for sniffing out the cause of women's rights wherever they can be found — before they sink to rank commercialism by the leading feminists of our times.