What's with the British... deodorant

Continuing in my gripe of insignificant, yet strange and often irritating gripes about the UK: deodorant. Dear Britain, let me show you what deodorant should look like:

That's right, a stick of solid deodorant/anti-perspirant that you rub under your arms. These exist in the UK (only Lynx seems to make them, and they can be hard to find sometimes), but they do exist. And nobody uses them. Instead, they have this strange obsession with spray-on deodorant.

Now, it's not that spray-on deodorant is bad. It's that it doesn't work as well, people use so much of it that they end up filling the locker room with a noxious cloud of horrid-smelling cheap musk, they cost more, deplete faster and leave you reeking of cheap nastiness. So, actually, I guess it is that they're worse. There are times at my gym when I can't breathe without coughing and gagging in the locker room because some perspire-a-phobe has emptied nearly half a can on his underarms, chest, back, ass, legs, arms and face. I've literally smelt this putrescence outside two sets of doors from where it was applied.

Oh yeah, and you can't bring them onto airplanes. Use a stick of deodorant like normal people. Yeesh.

See the rest of my "What's with the British..." series.