I understand the need to feed your family. I know it’s hard
to find work as a Black actor. However, I know about pride and self-respect and
these Old Spice commercials have surpassed coonery and are knocking on the door
of blatant racism. I get sick to my stomach every time he flashes across my TV
shirtless, yelling some incoherent nonsense that I guess is supposed to be funny
or invite me to try Old Spice.
It’s not funny, not sexy and I’m offended every single time.
I just want to sit down with the brother and discuss the image he’s pushing
into homes 10 or 12 times per day. I would also like to have him sit with a
financial consultant to get his books in order, because the only thing that
explains these goddamn commercials is he needs some duckets! I know it seems
like work, but there’s work at the post office! I’m combating enough troubling
images with all of these damn “Wives”, rappers and “The Game” to have this
ignant summmabich in hot pants breaking through my flat screen during March
Madness!
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