Friday, February 26, 2010

Old Spice vs Old Spice or Please Grab You Ankles Again While Shopping

Subjects to write about often come to me in the most unusual places. Today it was while I was under my arms.


As I have previously written, I used to enjoy shopping. Today shopping is almost like a full contact sport, battling corporate America as it tries as hard as possible to slam us into blind submission. With profit margins razor thin they need to do all they can to gleam that last penny from our pocket to add to their bottom line. Sadly, much of what they do is borderline criminal as they prey on the weak and mindless while they shop. Notice I said “they” not we? I know better, or do I?

I sweat, and stink smell when I do. I am not ashamed of this admission as many other guys do too, hence the billion dollar market for antiperspirant/deodorant. My daily routine includes applying liberal amounts of said product to my pits underarms each day in an effort not to offend or stain my dress shirts with vile sweat. Some days this works better than others. After years of testing and trying different brands I recently came across Old Spice Red Zone solid (OSRZ*). Not only does it work, it smells good, and it doesn’t leave that nasty white mess on my dark shirts. I have been a happy little camper buying my OSRZ at the local evil empire Wal-Mart every few weeks for some time now. There are many types of Old Spice and I found the perfect one, OSRZ and, of course, it cost more than all the other products. $4.18 a unit or whatever you call it. Bliss. No sweat, no smell, no white streak marks. Pure contentment at last. Goodbye Arrid XXX, hello manly OSRZ at $4.18 instead of 10 for $10 at Albertsons for the old school Arrid XXX.

That sense of bliss came to a crashing end yesterday.

Our local evil empire Wal-Mart is freaking moving every damn aisle and shelf to utterly confuse and confound me remodeling their store. During this mind screw process, some products are not being restocked in a timely manner.

As I bounded aimlessly about the store, I managed to locate my beloved man care aisle next to the pharmacy. Proud that my aisle remained intact, I went to grab my next to nirvana Old Spice only to discover it was missing! The little track that normally held it in place was empty! I could feel the sweat pooling under my arms as I stood there and began to manically search the shelves for a lone lost OSRZ. No such luck. While they still had a plethora of other Old Spice products, mine was out of stock. Hence began the joy of picking up each and every one to read what was in it and what its claim to fame was.

Evidently in this world exists a man who smells but does not sweat, or sweats but does not stink. So for each of those men, we must produce an underarm product. Old Spice has shelf upon shelf of deodorants, antiperspirant, antiperspirant & deodorant and for the true man-ape, pro- strength antiperspirant & deodorant. Old Spice also has 4 or 5 scents and for each type of product, a set of scents. So using simple math because frankly I don’t want to invest more time in this than I already have there are roughly 16 different Old Spice underarm products. If only it were that easy.

Old Spice’s manufacturer, Procter & Gamble, has decided that it would be fun to screw with the consumers of the world by manufacturing several products with different labels, yet has all the same ingredients as their existing items, and charge more for it. So in the case of Old Spice, they have my beloved Red Zone, High Endurance, Ever Clear, Sweat Defense, Clear Gel, & Invisible Solid. In total they have 50 different deodorants! I cheated and went to their web site for verification.

So back to my dilemma at hand, finding a replacement for my Red Zone. After reading about 15 different labels I chose the High Endurance antiperspirant/deodorant, for $2.18.

Once home I looked at the Old Spice I just purchased and compared it to the now empty Red Zone sitting on my sink. My Red Zone is 2.6 ounces, the High Endurance 3.0 ounces. They both have Aluminum Zirconium Trichlorohydrex Glycol (17%), they both have all the exact same inactive ingredients (sorry to interrupt, but honestly, what the hell is an “inactive ingredient?” If it’s inactive why the hell put it in there, to fill space? Just wondering) and same scent. So to sum up, I basically paid $2.00 less for .4 ounces more of the exact same product with a different label.

You got to give it to corporate America. The titans of industry are just as kniving and ruthless now as they were in the great industrial revolution, taking advantage of everyone and anyone who would let them.

This time, by accident and pure luck I won. Next time I may not be as lucky, who knows what they have up their sleeves. Keep reading the labels, and be aware, someone is picking your pocket while you shop and it’s someone you know and trust!



* Old Spice got enough free advertising for one day, and frankly OSRZ sounds cooler than its real name anyway.

1 comment:

  1. Funny that you should post something like this because I had a blog along similar lines. Here it is:

    So, I was thinking today. I realize that is a dangerous thing and probably something that I should NOT do too often. However, an accumulation of a lack of sleep sometimes makes you start to think really crazy things about the most ordinary of things that we do on a regular basis.

    I seriously think that the government is performing mind control tests on us, and I think they are using the water to distribute their wicked potions. Just think about it. I had to go to the grocery store after work today because well, bread and water just isn't cutting it anymore for the kids. I guess I just ran out of clever ways to convince them that indeed bread and water were all you really need to survive. Anyway, I digress. So, off we went to buy 'stuff'. Everything went fine until we got into the car and I was struggling with the two stray bags that managed to find themselves next to me on the front seat. The can of beans was trying to escape it's plastic prison. All of a sudden I realized, what kind of strange drugs must they insert in our water to get us to do what we do at the grocery store? We get a metal cart and walk up and down aisles filling it up with food. Then, we unload the food onto that damn conveyer belt and look at the $$ add up as we wonder what in the hell it is that we bought exactly that could possibly cost that much. Not to mention, I notice that there isn't a whole lot that I would want to eat save the bell peppers. THEN, we load all that food into bags, put the bags BACK into the metal cart, push the cart out to our car, unload all the bags into the car, drive home, unload all the bags out of the car and lastly remove all the groceries out of the bags that we JUST loaded them into about 10 minutes prior. WTF!!!!??

    Now, if that whole Ringling Brothers circus act is not the government using mind control drugs to see what kind of sick things they can make us do, I don't know what is.

    Okay, I did say, that I should NOT be thinking too often. I suppose I left out the part about bordering on insanity.....

    BTW, how do I become non-annonymous?
    Patricia Lewis

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