Ah, the sun lathers your skin in vitamin E (or is it D? I forget), you feel happy, and you snuggle near your beloved until a slight breeze brings an odor to your attention.  You try to figure it out…It’s not the smell of the sea, it’s not your beloved’s cologne, but it is on your beloved’s skin.  Is that funk you smell?  Wow, maybe it’s time for your beloved to change his deodorant!  Wait, the breeze wafts the smell of his mountain fresh scented deodorant.  Oh no…you discreetly detach yourself from his embrace, casually run your nose along the place your armpit once was, and there it is…funk!  OMG! ‘It’s me!’ you think to yourself as you casually act out the scene from Superstar when Mary Katherine Gallagher (otherwise known as Molly Shannon) crosses her hands on her chest, hands in the pits, fingertips to the nose, inhales and then throws her arms out into the air, exclaiming “Superstar!” http://youtu.be/vQzMf8scG8M Except, you’re exclaiming “Superfunk!” And why is that?  Because you went to a store, where the saleswoman told you that organic deodorants were the way to go.  She may have looked at you, with a shark’s sincerity in her eyes, and told you something like this: “You should really switch to this [nameless deodorant so as not to step on expensive toes], because what you use now contains aluminum, which stops you from sweating, but it clogs your pores, and could potentially lead to cysts.  This [nameless organic deodorant] will keep the smell away, but it allows your body to function naturally (hello sweat stains!), so here use it with this [nameless organic body powder], and that will absorb the sweat.”  You fall for it.  You now spent $45 on 2 products that will allow your body to function naturally…YOU SPENT $45 TO SWEAT AND SPRAY SOME STUFF THAT MASKS THE ODOR!  So then you’re sitting on the beach, in an intimate moment with your beloved and YOU SMELL.  People, I know, I was once that girl sitting on that beach and I was also that saleswoman…until my mother, in her infinite wisdom, grabbed her Mitchum’s PowerGel, lifted my arms, raised some product and applied it to my underarms, while telling me: “I’d rather clog my pores than smell.”  Case closed.