This comment from Wizbang, on the dearth of lovable corporate spokespeople in the wake of Dunkin Donut icon Michael Vale (who passed away this past week), says it all:
Anyone and anything to do with selling Mentos, (the fresh maker!) should be skinned alive, dipped in alcohol, lit of fire and then fed to pit bulls with gingivitis, processed by said dogs then used to fertilize weeds growing on old toxic waste dumps.
I don't know why, but he had me at gingivitis.

If they're spoof characters like Dunkin Donuts Guy or Fast-Talking FedEx Guy or Secret Agent Sprint Guy then it's good.
But I can live without the "Our mega-corporation is just like you and loves you sooooooo much!" characters such as Madge, Mr. Whipple and the Maytag Repairman.
And does anybody really miss the Ti-D-Bowl Man?
Oh, and why should I care that S.C. Johnson is "a family company"? Yes indeed, every quaint family business owns an NFL team...
Posted by: KipEsquire | December 31, 2005 at 08:25 AM