What happens when a fortysomething women walks around smelling like a 13-year-old boy for a week? Mostly nothing. As it turns out, ours is a culture in which, as a general principle, people don’t really feel comfortable commenting on your scent, even when it is so powerful as to be causing climate change. So even if you apply Axe before a funeral—as I did—nobody is going to grab you by the arm and ask you to please leave.
— Columnist Dahlia Lithwick finds out what it's like to wear Axe. Read more at Axes of Evil at Slate. Hat tip to Jan, C.H. and Aparatchik!