Even if you leave no forwarding address when you move, all the credit card mail offers find you.
I had a credit card by the time I turned 18 years old. By the time I was 23 years old, I was choking on my breath when I tried to sleep at night, not knowing how I was going to pay my credit card bills. There was this moment where I actually froze in my steps in the middle of walking, because I suddenly realized that the total of my credit card debts combined was now equal to 2/3 of my yearly income. I made some life changes immediately, and now, one year later, I have paid my credit cards off entirely and will never have another one again.When those mail offers come, I now do something with them. I tear up the offer and wrap a strip of paper around it, on which I write "Please pass this message on to your supervisor: Please stop charging your customers outrageous fees and interest rates in order to fund these mailings, which offer only to ruin people's lives at the cost of our forests. WE ARE TIRED OF IT." Then I put the torn up offer into the "No Postage Necessary if Mailed in the United States" envelope that they sent with the offer, and I mail it to them.
It's a dumb experiment. I want to see if the offers stop coming.
Corporations have the rights of citizens. I don't think real people can compete anymore.
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Bravo, my daughter! I, too, am sick of the whole credit card thing, which has ruined my life in part. But I'll get out, as you did, one of these days soon. I'm also going to start returning their mail to them as you did.
I got a copy of "O" magazine awhile back, and there were three or four postcards inside, offering subscription service. I wanted to mail them all back to Oprah and tell her she should be ashamed of herself for wasting trees! But I figured she'd never see my letter, so I saved a tree and didn't write it.
Same with the others magazines out there. Why so many cards inside each one???!!! Won't one card do? Or how about no cards? I remember the good old days when you could call on the telephone and subscribe that way. No paper wasted.
I'm sick of people ruining our Mother Earth--God's creation. I'm tired of people who are too lazy to throw their trash in a garbage or recycle bin, who toss it on the road, clogging up the beautiful river I live on. I'm even more sick of idiots who toss out their dogs and cats as well, like so much trash, for me to take home, because I cannot bear to leave them. Their poor, sad eyes...I loose sleep at night worrying over these creatures I love so much. I am Cherokee and proud of it. Wake up, mankind!! Stop ruining our earth!
There are so many things I realize about the wastefulness of my own behavior every day. Maybe you could make a shot at writing to Oprah, even though you think it wouldn't reach her. You could write a letter on the back of a paper that is already used on one side, if you want to recycle. You could request that her company begin publishing all those magazines and cards on recycled paper, if they are not doing so already. So many of us think that if we write a letter, it won't matter. But maybe, if enough of us did it, if enough of us stopped being apathetic and defeated, we could actually affect something bigger than any one of us.
Heh... I just hope your little protest doesn't make them use the phone more often ;-)
Sometimes I really appreciate Norway and Brønnøysundregistrene!
PS: That thing should be clickable... I hope it is!
In the US, we have a phone "do not call list" we can sign up for on the internet. I'm not sure about a "do not mail" list. But I should check that out!
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