Wolf in sheep’s clothing

Can you see that by gluing a furry car seat cover to her back, Victoria Beckham is no longer a mere materialistic mortal, but a messenger from above who’s been sent to earth to bestow heavenly floral-oriental scents upon us (with notes of anise flower, candy apple, orchid, heliotrope, vanilla, patchouli, amber and musk)?
Really, it’s almost as bad as saying that because he wears a lot of white and is remarkably good at passing judgment on others, this is the guy who you’ll need to get past when you reach the Pearly Gates.

AAAAHHHHH! It’s now de rigueur to dress from the linen department at KM*rt. The Posh has a bath mat to warm and hide her bony back. The Lagerfeld uses the table cloth for shirt and tie AND makes the scraps into the man clutch!
Oh, honey, WAX!
‘…heavenly floral-oriental scents… (with notes of anise flower, candy apple, orchid, heliotrope, vanilla, patchouli, amber and musk)’
If that’s the air about her, that must be what neuroses smell like.
And yet, men get jeered at for having hair on their backs, through no fault of their own.
Life is so unfair.
(Is there perchance a full moon? Not hers, of course, but lunarly?)