Read the small type: there was a female version of Old Spice. "Early American Old Spice." Who knew?

The more you look at these two, the more unnerving they get. Whatever he's thinking, she's not on the same wavelength; it's almost as if she's thinking of the more interesting men she can snare with this stuff. Although for now he'll do.

That hair, that lipstick, the necklace: they did "female" differently a half-century ago, didn't they.