Is nothing scared sacred? What did he do to deserve banishment?
He’s apparently wiping the slate clean.
After 68 years, Mr. Clean, the bald, strapping mascot of the household cleaning products bearing his name, announced his retirement in a social media post.
In the post, shared last week on the brand’s Instagram account, Mr. Clean is standing behind a lectern and wearing sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt, his signature all-white outfit seemingly a thing of the past. A chyron reading “Breaking News: Mr. Clean Announces Retirement” stretches across the video.
“After a career with zero stains on the record, he’s ready for new adventures,” a narrator says.
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The brand’s plans for a successor are not clear, nor is it known whether Mr. Clean has children to inherit the role. A decade ago, the brand similarly said it was sending its character on an extended vacation and was in the market for a new Mr. — or Ms. or Mrs. — Clean.
Is he too white? Is it the earring? Was his name found in the Epstein files?
I’m old enough to remember when the Sinclair dinosaur became extinct. (maybe 1969?) I was so sad. They had commercials where he walked off, sad and alone.
That lasted what? 10 years? 15? less? I can’t remember for sure.
Now he’s baaaaaaack. And the Sinclair website doesn’t acknowledge he ever went away. Not even during ARCO.
Considering all the time companies spend trying to establish an image, character, or logo, you do have to wonder why they’d change it seemingly at the drop of a hat. Mr. Clean, with his white shirt, white hair, and scrubbed skin epitomized “clean”. He also looked unnervingly like my Boy Scout troop’s Scoutmaster, a tough military guy.
There’s no real reason to retire him, except possibly that he’s TOO white, but I’m sure they can live with that.
It isn’t really the same stuff anymore ever since they changed the active ingredient from a weak solution of sodium hydroxide to alkyl-methyl-benzo something. I really saw a difference.
Now that I think about it, I’m honestly kind of surprised that Procter & Gamble never felt the need to give Mr. Clean a wife or kids. Maybe they’ll remedy that now. When he comes back, it will be revealed that he met a nice girl and they cranked out a couple of moppets.
When I was in college, several of us went to a local grocery store, to pick up some things for a party. It was the middle of the afternoon, and P&G had some promotional appearance for Mr. Clean going on inside the store: it featured a street sweeper machine parked outside, covered with Mr. Clean logos, and an actor who was serving as Mr. Clean himself: shaved head, earring, muscular build, white t-shirt, white pants.
When we got there, the promotional appearance was ending, and the actor was just leaving the store. We talked with him for a moment (because how often do you get to meet Mr. Clean??); as we were talking with him, a young, attractive woman walked over. Mr. Clean said good-bye to us, and started to walk away with the woman. We shouted, “Hey, is that Mrs. Clean??” They both laughed.
I don’t know why, but Mr. Clean (or Mr. Proper as they call him over here) always struck me as “GAY” (with all capital letters), visible from a couple of kilometers away. The kind of person that pings gaydars all over.