I may have mentioned already, but of all the cereal mascots, I feel like I’d have had the most difficult relationship with Tony the Tiger. I was an anemic, emaciated nerd-type thing, and he was the 50’s dad of animated breakfast spokesmen. Oh, I’d show him my art, no question, but I doubt he’d say anything – perhaps, in the waxing days of his own life, he’d have thrown me a dumpster with his varsity bros. As an aged Tiger bound by the mores and neuroses of his generation, however, he’d probably just make a few assumptions about my sexual orientation and wonder why I was such a disappointment.

– B.

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