As a kid, I never noticed how much Twinkie The Kid resembled a huge walking dick. References to "creamy filling" of the fact that nothing can beat him never made me chuckle or cringe.
Maybe I was unusually naive, or maybe we all were. True, Twinkies are a truly noxious product, but this commercial is charming in its utter simplicity. You could argue that selling crap to children is inherently evil, but hey, the li'l squabs love crap that's bad for them. At least this commercial treats kids as kids, not as wised-up, hyper-ironic little poseurs. The seventies may have been a last gasp of innocence, when things targeted to kids could be good or bad or profoundly stoopid, but never self-conscious.
