Britney Spears' Fantasy

Who knew there would come a day - and so soon! - when the image at right was one of the less revolting Britney Spears paparazzi candids? (No, the female body is not revolting, but trashing yourself out and flashing yourself to the world media for three nights in a row certainly isn't pretty.)

Claire, my boyfriend's mother, on her way back to England from France recently, brought me a little card sprayed with perfume. The card was printed with the logo for Givenchy's Ange ou Demon, and smelled WONDERFUL. I added Ange ou Demon to my list of perfumes to buy when my current collection stops seeming so ridiculously voluminous.

"Hey, I liked that perfume a lot," I said to Claire the next time I saw her. "The Ange ou Demon," I clarified. She still looked puzzled.

"Oh no, that was Spear."

"Spear?"

"Britney Spear?"

My confession is: I really like Britney Spears' Fantasy, or what it smells like on a piece of card after six hours. (I've since smelled Ange ou Demon, and the two strike me as very similar. Britney beats Givenchy, though, bless her.)