THE DECLINE OF FAME
IS OFFICIAL …
Kylie Jenner Sells Perfume With Her BREASTS, Not Her Brand
Published
In a SHOCKING new low for celebrity culture, Kylie Jenner has abandoned ALL pretense of selling a product on its merits, instead resorting to the OLDEST TRICK in the book: blatant, unapologetic SEXUALIZATION. Her latest perfume campaign isn’t about scent—it’s a calculated display of PUSHED-UP CLEAVAGE, a desperate cry for relevance in a market she can no longer control.
The so-called “business mogul” poses in a skintight red leather top, the fragrance bottle held as a mere PROP against her head. The message is CRYSTAL CLEAR: your eyes WON’T be on the product. This isn’t entrepreneurship; it’s a PREDATORY marketing scheme targeting insecurity and lust, reducing female empowerment to a LITERAL commodity you can spritz on your neck.
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And the timing is NO ACCIDENT. This blatant display comes mere days after her actor boyfriend, Timothée Chalamet, publicly GRABBED her backside at an awards show—a crude act she now seems to be COMMODIFYING for sales. Is this the “empowerment” she sells to her millions of young, impressionable fans? A world where a woman’s value is her body, to be groped by her partner and then PROFITED from online?
She calls the scent “COSMIC INTENSE,” but there is NOTHING celestial about this grift. It is a WARMLY PACKAGED, “creamy” monument to the emptiness at the heart of influencer culture. The formula is simple: take a basic product, photograph it against surgically-enhanced anatomy, and watch the millions ROLL IN from an audience conditioned to confuse OBJECTIFICATION with aspiration.
This is the FINAL STAGE of the celebrity-industrial complex: when fame is no longer enough, when talent is absent, the body becomes the last viable product. As Chalamet prepares for more awards—and presumably more public groping—Jenner’s perfume campaign stands as a HARROWING testament to what we now accept as “business as usual.”
We’ve handed billions to a dynasty that now sells us NOTHING but our own degraded reflection. The question is no longer about a scent, but about a society so numb it can’t even SMELL the decay.
This is where the American dream ends: bottled, perfumed, and sold back to you by the hollowed-out icon of your own making.
Author: Kayitsi.com
