By Andrew Blumetti

Yogi. Berenstain. Winnie. Jim McMahon.

Like it or lump it, that’s pretty much it when it comes to popular bears. The quota has been filled up faster than Wynonna Judd’s plate at a Sizzler salad bar. Yet, for a head-scratchingly high number of years, we’ve been subjected to a number of two-plyed commercials dreamt up by the head honchos at toilet paper company, Charmin, featuring, well bears with questionable bathroom procedures.

Turning missed toilet paper wads into sparkles isn’t making it cute.

“The Call of Nature”, a marketing idea first dreamt up back in the year 2000, Charmin felt like a post-Y2K fear-struck world needed an outlet to laugh. Let’s face it, when you’re a bear in the woods, you pretty much have the reign of the place. Gentle-eyed deer wisely run from you, tasty river trout are your dinner, and the birds- well let’s just say they know who’s territory the ground is. If you’re a bear, the wooded world is your oyster. You can eat campers, garbage, more campers, heck… anything you want. There’s one thing you don’t have control of in the mean streets of the forests, and that’s missed toilet paper bunches in a not-so friendly area.

The Chicago Bears crappy play caused them to miss the playoffs this year.

As a people, we’re a lot more adaptable than we give ourselves credit for. Much like how they got used to an undead world in Zombieland, we grow used to things pretty fast. I’ve accepted that inept boss Michael Scott isn’t on The Office anymore, and I’ve finally come to terms that the creepy Burger King king has hung up his flame-broiled crown for good. For some weird reason, we’ve also seemed to easily accept that a bunch of dingleberried cartoon bears pushing toilet paper in commercials during dinner time is an adorable idea.

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“Let’s Meet The Bears”

This grizzly group isn’t just a bunch of no-names though. In fact, they’re a family, a really clean-bummed bunch of bears. Let’s reach out our collective paw and give them the Charmin squeeze:

(From L to R)

Dylan: The obvious nerd son, an overachieving bookworm bear who ruins the curve in class. He’s slightly cooler than the Steve Urlkel bear, but not as cool as the Paul Pfeiffer Bear. He will go through an awkward goth phase when he discovers contact lenses and Bauhaus.

Amy: The only female cub in this clan truly is Daddy’s little girl. She spends a good portion of her day sobbing to Adele songs, and shopping at ABEARcrombie and Fitch. Her planned sweet sixteen party will cause the family to switch to a cheap off-brand toilet paper to save cash. Bear bums will be paper covered for weeks.

Molly: The fuzzy matriarch of the family, this momma bear keeps a swift eye on her cubs’ keisters. She cooks, she cleans, she enjoys a sip of good honey wine every so often, and won’t apologize for it. Back in her wild days in the 80’s, she was once a dancer in a Skid Row video. She also hangs the toilet paper so the part to grab hangs under. What a monster.

Leonard: Bumbling dad is the Homer Simpson of the forest. He loves to get in a quick nine at the Pitch and Putt, going to the Home Depot and spends a good portion of his day avoiding his wife’s Charmin nagging. He’s not really a good toilet paper user, as his rump often looks like a tissue-patched-up job of a blind man shaving.

Bill: Older jock brother who would’ve had a football scholarship to Michigan State if it weren’t for a salmon-catching injury that sprained his paw. His working out playlist on his iPod consists of the following:

- Between the BEARied and Me

- InCUBus

- Linkin PAWk

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This will be our Cloverfield one day.

I don’t personally know if sales have increased due to this furry campaign. I mean, you’d figure toilet paper is one of the few products out there that doesn’t need to be pushed hard (not literally). Nature calls, and everyone’s gotta answer, whether we like it or not, even if it’s the two-minute warning. We all gotta go, so it’s not like not buying it is an option, so all this cute on-a-roll absurdity might all be for naught.

When you gotta go that bad, it’s UNBEARABLE.

And really, why the fancy bathroom decorum when you’re in the woods? Can’t bears just go anywhere they want? I thought that was one of the great things about being a bear, you dooke near any tree, brook, or campsite, and if anyone gives you crap about it, you eat them.

On an invasive scale of 1 to 10, this ranks at “Facebook sidebar ads”. Where does that vacuum plug in anyway?

Charmin, in their infinite toiletry wisdom, even promoted a line of public restrooms in Times Square back in 2006 looking to push a rare clean public lavatory in a city of millions. It replaced the classic popular bathrooms of Jamba Juice or any random sidewalk in Manhattan. The dream was short-lived though, as the location is now the home of a Disney Store. Rumor has it that Pluto requires the world’s largest pooper-scooper. When the idea was fresh, they sure went all out for the promotion, including a special appearance by the queen of the ample derriere herself, Ms. Kim Kardashian.

That left bear’s paw is a little too close for comfort.

The bears don’t get out much. This one thought this guy was the Japanese Fonz. “KONNICHIWAAAAAAA”

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So, my friends, I guess nearly twelve years in, there’s not much we can do. Even in the age of DVR, commercials are something we just gotta live with. We’ve been shackled with the Geico gecko, Flo the over-lipsticked insurance woman and people receiving red-bowed Lexuses for Christmas. So, until these furry weisenheimers learn to wipe better, it looks like we’re stuck with these bad bathroom behaving bears who are inevitably stuck to their TP. They may be number one in toilet tissue ads, but they’ll always be number two in our hearts.



