strong enough for a man, made for a woman

i just saw a commercial for Tide with Febreeze. it seems their new marketing campaign is directed solely at women (what aboot us guys that do laundry too eh?), but i think it's the point of the commercial that strikes me as most odd. essentially they're saying, in so many words, to stop smelling like a mother and start smelling like a woman. all of this being stated while a woman is holding what i would imagine is supposed to be her baby (it's probably been borrowed from someone else though).

is this to imply that mothers stink? do mom's of the world have a certain stink to them that mothers smell like baby shit and vommit or something?

or maybe their marketing campagin is telling us that perhaps this laundry detergent is only for women. personally, i don't really want to smell like a woman. i'm rather content with the fact that i smell like a man (if in fact i do smell - i probably do because i've been lazy so far this morning and haven't showered yet).

on a somewhat unrelated topic, i've started reading Douglas Adams' Life, The Universe, and Everything and have so far been as impressed with this book as the first two out of the five books in the trilogy of four. the odd thing about this series of books is trying to explain bits and pieces to someone who hasn't read any of the books without going into some ridiculous amount of detail or without being overly vague, though i think the next time when someone at work asks me what i'm doing, i'm going to tell them that i'm looking for an SEP.

and even more off topic, here's a list of the things i've had to take out of Poppy's mouth today:

• a rather massive roll of toilet paper (i buy the double-roll's yo)
• several receipts from several different stores at several different times during the day
• three of my socks
• a roll of scotch tape (i honestly have NO idea where he found this since i was convinced that we didn't have any to begin with)
• my backpack

Truck, on the other hand, is currently stoned on cat nip and has no intention of doing anything other than purring and drooling for the next couple of hours.