Well, if you haven’t heard, there has been quite a furor over a teapot on a billboard in Culver City, California. The billboard featured a simple photo of the Michael Graves Bells and Whistles Stainless Steel Tea Kettle sold by JC Penney. The complaints received so much attention that JC Penney removed the billboard.
And what was the issue with the billboard? Well, apparently the tea pot as represented on the billboard resembled Adolf Hitler. Yes, you read that right – the teapot that allegedly looks like a führer caused a furor.
When I first heard the teapot story I thought it was news parody – something that The Onion had dreamed up. But then I realized there were folks who actually believed the teapot resembled Hitler. I have one question for those folks who see a resemblance to Hitler in this teapot: What are you smoking??
I looked at the above photo for twenty minutes – I moved closer, I mover farther away, I squinted, I cocked my head – I saw nothing but a teapot. This billboard was near a busy freeway in California so I thought maybe if I just glanced at the billboard and quickly looked away my mind would interpret it differently. Nope – still a teapot.
But take a good look at this teapot. What do you see when you look at it? Do you see Hitler? You do, don’t you? I do…and do you know why? Because it is actually a teapot that was made to resemble Hitler.
This is another one for the SERIOUSLY? file. I do not pretend to understand how this grew into such a big deal that JC Penney had to remove the billboard. I don’t see Hitler in the teapot, and even if I did – I would find the whole notion of Hitler being associated with teapots as an opportunity to imagine Hitler singing the teapot song. I can envision him singing the teapot song and going through the motions:
I’m a little teapot, short and stout.
Here is my handle, here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout – tip me over and pour me out!
It sounds like a Saturday Night Live skit doesn’t it? Are you getting this Lorne Michaels? You know truth – at least California truth – is often stranger than fiction. 😉
Day one thousand four hundred and twenty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da