Lately, she's adopted a fembot voice that is very soft and whispery - and so controlled it's almost chilling. While making a point, she flashes a 90-watt smile that seems unconvincing, more like a very careful and meticulous tiger baring her teeth.
What more is there to say about the now-dumped Bill O'Reilly? That he recently shook hands with the Pope? That he substituted the word "falafel" for "loofah" while making harassing calls to one of his female producers? That in the end, two of the few advertisers that stuck by his show were My Pillow and Turbo Scrub?
Earlier in the week, I posted this snarky joke on social media: "The CEO of United just sent Sean Spicer a huge fruit basket, regifted from Pepsi."
To paraphrase sometime-casino owner Rick in "Casablanca," "I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of one little Pepsi commercial don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world." Or do they?