It has been a while since I'd seen the Slap Chop commercial, but Vince one again adorns my screen entreating me to slap my way to an exciting life. The ad m ust still be working, despite the thick irony of Vince having slapped the chops of a prostitute in South Beach. Exciting life indeed. I can also see how he's going to make America thin again, because when I make a salad it consists of a bit more than one piece of carrot and one piece of celery, both cut a little bit wider than the single radish he makes his with. This thing is tiny! It must be half the diameter of the one he chucks into the sink. You'll either get thin again through the small portions it forces you to create, or the exercise you get slapping your way to anything more voluminous than the toppings for a small scoop of ice cream.