After the tirade against Harry’s in my last post, I was caught utterly off guard by a tweet they posted today:
Well, maybe not so much the tweet itself, but where it sent me. Harry’s is now selling a lawn mower.
It looks suspiciously like their razors, so I figured it must be a joke. It is, right? I still can’t tell. No help is afforded by their marketing for this new, truly man-sized contraption, which they put forward as yet more evidence that they, as a company, really, truly give a
I entered the contest. I rent, but we’re responsible for lawn care, and the gas powered mower my landlord has provided makes no apologies for the polar bears it kills. I may have doubted their commitment to the perfect shave, but if this is how Harry’s wants to devote its profits to doing the right thing, I’m all for it.
My brother, Harry (I swear to God!), who is fond of sadistic practical jokes, is wont to tell people that, in fact, the word “gullible” does not appear in the dictionary. Get it? If not, look it up.