shampoo

Since I got married, I've changed hair care products. Limited budget combined with the fact that I now share with my husband means that I now buy mid-priced, non-girlie shampoo and conditioner. Not that he would complain, but I don't think John would appreciate having to smell like "Sunrise in June" or "Rose kiss with a hint of lavender" or whatever.

BUT,

this past week we went for a long weekend without our children (fantastic, by the way). And I didn't want to pack the giant family sized bottles. So I was wandering around the drugstore our first morning there, and decided to step outside my box (or large-sized, on-sale, non-scented bottle, as the case may be). I bought the yummy smelling, matching shampoo and conditioner in sassy, contoured red bottles, brought them back to the hotel and settled myself in for a long, hot shower.

NOW,

I get that sex sells. I mean, I don't really understand it, but I don't live in a hole - so I know how advertising is. I'm only mildly surprised when the margarine commercials are suggestive, or they imply that I would buy rice based on my need for intimacy. It is weird, but not surprising. But I wasn't really prepared for what I read on the back of my new shampoo. Admittedly, it has been a while since I bought this kind of "pamper yourself" women's product, but it led to this really awkward moment in the shower where I'm thinking:

"Is my shampoo hitting on me? Or does it just want to be left alone with the conditioner?"

Very weird.