‘Aunt Jemima’ Brand Is Facing Backlash Over New Name

Note: we are republishing this story, which originally made the news in February 2021.

Aunt Jemima’s new name, Pearl Milling Company, has faced backlash online from users for sounding more like “gravel mining company” or “a James Bond villain.”

Twitter users quickly shared their feelings on the matter, with some threatening to switch to its competitors, Mrs. Butterworth’s or Log Cabin, because of the new name.

“I think it sounds like a gravel mining company,” one person commented.

Photo Credit: New York Post 

Photo Credit: New York Post

Another person wrote that the Pearl Milling Company sounded like “something owned by a James Bond Villain.”

Another person commented: “Pearl Milling Company? Sounds like a generic house brand for Dollar General.”

Several users said that they would boycott the company altogether.

Photo Credit: New York Post 

Photo Credit: New York Post

“Sadly I would never recognize it and will probably go to Log Cabin,” one person wrote.

“They really changed the name of Aunt Jemima syrup to Pearl Milling Company?! Like they really couldn’t think of a better name than that?! I’m sticking with Mrs. Butterworth’s from now on bc she thicc & rich, also doesn’t have a dumbass name,” another person commented.

The Aunt Jemima brand announced its name change following intense backlash for using a “racial stereotype” as basis for its syrup mascot.

Photo Credit: New York Post 

Photo Credit: New York Post

The logo was created based on the 19th century “mammy” minstrel character – a black woman content to serve her white masters.

Pearl Milling Company is a reference to the small Missouri mill that produced the pancake mix – later branded Aunt Jemima – in 1889.

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