JJ Walker, the My Pillow guy, and Joe Namath used to head my most hated commercial list. JJ Walker's "Dyn-o-mite" was old in the 1970s. And the My Pillow guy can't squeeze another crucifix, or American flag into the background in his ads. Talk about pandering. Namath should stick to modelling panty hose. But they don't irk me as much as that woman gynecologist (?) who is hawking her deodorant. I honestly don't care if I rub that junk on my butt cheeks, my crotch won't smell any worse if I just bathed. These are mine, what are your most detested ads?