They’ve got him in the shower now, too.
New commercial for Dove, featuring the man himself.
Patty and I used to be besties, or at least I pretended we were, back in the day when I worked for a footwear company he endorsed. I had to do fun things like send samples to him for approval, track shipments for his signature designs into Kmart (classy), and handle his dirty shoes (true story). The really fun part, though, I cleverly managed to miss when a supply chain meeting went way overtime, left me lost in the nether regions of Melbourne Park (these were before I was a card-carrying camping resident of the area, natch) and got me into Margaret Court Arena five minutes after the man left the building. To quote the receptionist who witnessed him shirt-changing in the middle of the office that morning,
“DOESN’T HE KNOW I’M A MENOPAUSAL WOMAN! I’M HAVING A HOT FLASH. LET ME LIE DOWN, PLEASE.”
And so she did.
In the middle of the production office.
Feel free to lie down too, ladies.