Who Knows What the Nose Knows..?

this weekend, MS dropped by for a bit of dinner, wine and wiccan hijinx. over the course of the evening, as we were all lounging on the couch, sipping Espresso or Pinot Grigio, she brought up a study she had heard about. Here's the Campbell's Soup version:

We all know that the sense of smell plays an incredibly huge part in our attraction to...whomever we're attracted to (remember the T-Shirt Study?). we're animals, right? we react to pheremones, just like lions and tigers and *ahem* bears. Well, girls, it turns out that your little friend, the one you've had since you first started to bleed once a month, The Pill, alters your perception of what you smell. are you anywhere near as shocked and apalled as i am?

theoretically, you could fall in love with a man, live together for a while and then stop taking The Pill 'cause you wanna dupe him into knocking you up or what-have-you and realize that his heady musky scent (the one that used to drive you into all sorts of snail-trail inducing fantasies) actually makes you want to hose him down with Febreeze. the flip side is even more disasterous: meeting a guy whom you used to find absolutely repellent, and then be driven to wild 'cause you're off The Pill and now find him absolutely intoxicating.

is that not terribly disturbing? what would you do if you woke up to find yourself completely turned off by your partner and you don't know why? it's the ultimate case of You're Not the Man I Married.

"Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it's hard to go back to sleep"~ Fran Drescher