Ben and Jerry's (The Headless Polar Bears)
Dear Ben and Dear Jerry,
Whilst I love the delicious flavours you offer your customers (and even the low-life who steal as opposed to purchase) I can’t help but feel a little shocked by a recent flavour I first believed could be a favourite: Baked Alaska.
Whilst the promise of eating vanilla ice-cream with chewy marshmallow bits and white chocolate polar-bears is indeed truly scrumptious (a wonderful word, don’t you agree) I find it all too upsetting.
Allow me to explain what I mean further - but don’t worry if you don’t follow for I know I can waffle a tad and so I have enclosed a picture to further show the point I am about to make...The point I am to make when I do, indeed, stop waffling.
I tried a sample of the Baked Alaska ice-cream in a cinema complex. The lovely staff there suggested it to me whilst I was trying to decide upon a flavour when all I really fancied was Raspberry Ripple and that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. Naturally I agreed, tried some and - rightly so - fell in love. I purchased a one scoop cup there and then (I didn’t need more, at this point, for I had just eaten a great big Nandos and was just being greedy if I’m being perfectly honest).
Days later I purchased a tub, a big one, all for myself. I couldn’t wait to eat it with my latest movie rental (Bridget Jones Diary - the second one) as a real treat for myself. And then it hit me...I realised what I was eating.
I looked down at the bowl, upon my lap next to my cat, and realised all the polar bears were missing heads. It was as though you have a psychopathic, disgruntled employee who is taking his time to maliciously tear the heads off of them before they get mixed in with the rest of the ingredients (no doubt a ploy to disturb boys and girls of all ages). I love polar bears and it just made me remember how endangered they were in real life too. These sad little chocolate pieces all missing their heads - all dead in my bowl. And then another image hit me as I got to the final bit of ice-cream: A headless polar bear sitting on top of a melting piece of ice-cream. This made me realise that, not only are Polar Bears nearly all gone but...So are the ice caps and then thousands of other amazing creatures will be gone too. Worse still, the world will flood and Kevin Costner will grow gills.
Needless to say I threw the rest of the ice-cream away.
I am writing to you, today, to ask you - was this the intention you had when you created this flavour? Because, if it is, I think it’s a little bit sick.
Please find attached a copy of the picture.
Kind Regards,
Matt Shaw
PS - I donated £10.00 to WWF to alleviate some of my guilt so you can at least feel good to know your product caused that to happen.
Can you spot the headless Bear on one of the final ice-caps? Tragic stuff.Fancy seeing if anything was ever said to this post?
Whilst I love the delicious flavours you offer your customers (and even the low-life who steal as opposed to purchase) I can’t help but feel a little shocked by a recent flavour I first believed could be a favourite: Baked Alaska.
Whilst the promise of eating vanilla ice-cream with chewy marshmallow bits and white chocolate polar-bears is indeed truly scrumptious (a wonderful word, don’t you agree) I find it all too upsetting.
Allow me to explain what I mean further - but don’t worry if you don’t follow for I know I can waffle a tad and so I have enclosed a picture to further show the point I am about to make...The point I am to make when I do, indeed, stop waffling.
I tried a sample of the Baked Alaska ice-cream in a cinema complex. The lovely staff there suggested it to me whilst I was trying to decide upon a flavour when all I really fancied was Raspberry Ripple and that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. Naturally I agreed, tried some and - rightly so - fell in love. I purchased a one scoop cup there and then (I didn’t need more, at this point, for I had just eaten a great big Nandos and was just being greedy if I’m being perfectly honest).
Days later I purchased a tub, a big one, all for myself. I couldn’t wait to eat it with my latest movie rental (Bridget Jones Diary - the second one) as a real treat for myself. And then it hit me...I realised what I was eating.
I looked down at the bowl, upon my lap next to my cat, and realised all the polar bears were missing heads. It was as though you have a psychopathic, disgruntled employee who is taking his time to maliciously tear the heads off of them before they get mixed in with the rest of the ingredients (no doubt a ploy to disturb boys and girls of all ages). I love polar bears and it just made me remember how endangered they were in real life too. These sad little chocolate pieces all missing their heads - all dead in my bowl. And then another image hit me as I got to the final bit of ice-cream: A headless polar bear sitting on top of a melting piece of ice-cream. This made me realise that, not only are Polar Bears nearly all gone but...So are the ice caps and then thousands of other amazing creatures will be gone too. Worse still, the world will flood and Kevin Costner will grow gills.
Needless to say I threw the rest of the ice-cream away.
I am writing to you, today, to ask you - was this the intention you had when you created this flavour? Because, if it is, I think it’s a little bit sick.
Please find attached a copy of the picture.
Kind Regards,
Matt Shaw
PS - I donated £10.00 to WWF to alleviate some of my guilt so you can at least feel good to know your product caused that to happen.
Can you spot the headless Bear on one of the final ice-caps? Tragic stuff.Fancy seeing if anything was ever said to this post?
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