Note: "Som Besths" will mean nothing to the majority of members here. It means a lot to those who participated in last year's Secret Santa.
I recently came to the end of my 8 pack of Ivory soap, the only soap I've ever used in my 55 years of butt washing.
I went to the store and bought another, noting that the packaging was different. I proceeded to wash said butt.
Something was wrong. The smell (of the soap) was different. The lather different. After the shower, I felt encased in a residue and a mild burning of the skin came about.
I looked at the soap. It was definitely different, I was emotionally impacted and near shock.
What have they done?
I got online and soon learned that the greedy bastards at Proctor & Gamble had decided that wrecking a 105 year old formula was preferable to raising the cost by a nickle per bar to keep in line with current costs.
I contacted them, using the strongest language possible without scoring a restraining order. I received the expected generic corporate response.
I immediately placed an order for the "next best thing", some Dr Bronner's castile soap.
Then, I went on a rampage. It had been about 3 months since the changeover. There had to be some of the real deal still out there.
Up one side of the strip and down the other, hitting a dozen groceries, pharmacies and general stores.
Finally, at an Ingles grocery, one remaining 4 pack of the old formula. Sensing that their inventory system was different from other establishments, I focused my quest on other Ingles stores.
My third stop, heading into the sleepy suburb of north Knoxville, hit pay-dirt.
A canvass shopping bag jammed to the brim with old school Ivory soap. Over 160 bars for just under $120.
MAYBE enough to last me to my end of days and insulate me from this maddening world just a bit more.
Fuck you, Proctor & Gamble.
I recently came to the end of my 8 pack of Ivory soap, the only soap I've ever used in my 55 years of butt washing.
I went to the store and bought another, noting that the packaging was different. I proceeded to wash said butt.
Something was wrong. The smell (of the soap) was different. The lather different. After the shower, I felt encased in a residue and a mild burning of the skin came about.
I looked at the soap. It was definitely different, I was emotionally impacted and near shock.
What have they done?
I got online and soon learned that the greedy bastards at Proctor & Gamble had decided that wrecking a 105 year old formula was preferable to raising the cost by a nickle per bar to keep in line with current costs.
I contacted them, using the strongest language possible without scoring a restraining order. I received the expected generic corporate response.
I immediately placed an order for the "next best thing", some Dr Bronner's castile soap.
Then, I went on a rampage. It had been about 3 months since the changeover. There had to be some of the real deal still out there.
Up one side of the strip and down the other, hitting a dozen groceries, pharmacies and general stores.
Finally, at an Ingles grocery, one remaining 4 pack of the old formula. Sensing that their inventory system was different from other establishments, I focused my quest on other Ingles stores.
My third stop, heading into the sleepy suburb of north Knoxville, hit pay-dirt.
A canvass shopping bag jammed to the brim with old school Ivory soap. Over 160 bars for just under $120.
MAYBE enough to last me to my end of days and insulate me from this maddening world just a bit more.
Fuck you, Proctor & Gamble.
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