Discriminating tastes
I can never pass up a battle of the sexes challenge. Maybe it comes from being the younger sister of two adventurous brothers, but when I saw the Yorkie bar proclaiming ‘It’s not for girls’, I had to buy it. I guess that is part of their marketing scheme, and it worked on this suffragette. Yorkies are not widely available in Sydney, but they are standard fare at the British lolly shops scattered around the city.
Taking my Yorkie home, I studied its masculine packaging, with its ‘no girls’ icon looking similar to a no-smoking sign, but with a lady replacing the cigarette. You can tell it’s a girl by the triangle skirt and the little handbag.
Rather than critiquing its packaging, let’s talk about the chocolate bar. Honestly, I was unimpressed. The bar is divided into fat rectangles, which snap quite easily. The rectangles are quite large, and they don’t fit in the mouth easily (at least not my girly mouth). And with all the warning signs on the front, I was expecting some kind of nuts (or bolts) but the bar is rather plain chocolate. Honestly, I found it a little boring; if that was what I was after I would have picked a regular chocolate bar that actually wanted my custom.
So there you have it. I braved the Yorkie threats to find just a normal chocolate bar under a cover of bravado. Maybe that’s the reason girls aren’t allowed. They’d get bored.




