At QFC today, grocery shopping. As if I don't have strong enough tendencies to anthropomorphicize everything, there are many products available that have proper names or titles. Mr. Clean, Mrs. Butterworth + Mrs. Dash (who lives next door to Molly McButter) and the venerable Mr. Coffee. I'd like to point out that unlike Marie Calendar and Sara Lee products, these things aren't named after someone. The name on the label is the name you would address the thing by if you were TALKING DIRECTLY TO IT. Mrs. Butterworth is shaped like a maple syrup filled woman, for chrissakes.

While I'm on the subject of Mrs. Butterworth, I'm noticing that her newer incarnations come from a radically different mold. She has lost the pudgy stomach, as well as her cheeks. Her face is a smoothly curved plane with minimal protrusion to articulate eyes and nose, so that she looks much more like "Odo" from Star Trek: Deep Space 9 than a normal human being (that, and the part about normal humans not being filled with corn syrup based food topping). Poor Mrs. Butterworth. What's next? Mr. Clean either grows some hair or starts wearing the rest of his leatherboy fetish outfit to work.