More bounty than
needed
Commentary by JoELLEN
COLLINS
So, on
Monday, I took the time to ask one of our postal workers for the address
of the agency which will block the sending of unsolicited advertising to
one's mailbox.
Fall is
here: I know it by the unwanted abundance of catalogs in my mailbox. The
extravagant beauty of fall foliage is accompanied by the wretched excess
of mail marketing.
In my most
recent pile were the usual Williams-Sonoma, Pottery Barn, Bon sales and
Coldwater Creek double or triple mailers. I also found appeals to buy
window coverings, sportswear from three recognized national brand names,
and cosmetics and gadgets for "emancipated" older women. There
were pitches for gardening equipment, build-your own furniture, exotic
foodstuffs, lingerie and museum reproductions and products from the
Sturbridge Yankee Workshop mailer. I knew I was in trouble when a new one,
a publication called "Potpourri ¾ Unique Gifts for Special
People" emerged, complete with a scarecrow garden stake, a must for
my condo deck!
Even though
I don't want them, there will be more filling my slot at the post office
with pre-Christmas offers. As I write this, in early September, I have
already seen a television commercial with Santa, an occurrence that
nauseated me. The glossy pages multiply like the brooms did for Mickey
Mouse in "Fantasia." The more I grumble about hating them, the
more I seem to get.
When I
first moved here in the ’80s, I enjoyed receiving catalogs, especially
on cold winter days when I felt isolated. I viewed them much as early
citizens of rural areas must have felt about the Wells Fargo wagon.
But now I
am merely irritated when I receive yet another unrequested flyer or
catalog. Last Christmas, in an effort to be a good citizen, save trees,
and cut down on postal workers' woes, I sent out 30 postcards to various
companies requesting that they not mail me anything else. At Easter I did
the same with 20 more. Some of these companies are still sending me junk,
though most abided by my request.
I have been
told that if I don't order from a catalog, eventually the company will
take me off their list. If that is so, then why am I still getting
gardening catalogs and seed order packets 12 years after I actually had a
garden to plant and ordered tulip bulbs for it? I am skeptical of claims
that insist the catalogs will disappear if we don't like them.
After I
ordered a game from a new catalog last Christmas and never played it, I
vowed not to succumb again to buying something I really didn't need.
Unfortunately, in the past few months I ordered something from a company
that sold my name once again, and I also turned a crucial age noted by
marketers. So, now I am getting a whole range of new advertising and
solicitations. Last Saturday, I counted 12 catalogs in my box and Sunday,
8, none of them from companies whose products I have purchased.
I reacted
with exasperation, thinking out loud, and found two other people near me
laughing and saying they felt the same way. So, on Monday, I took the time
to ask one of our postal workers for the address of the agency which will
block the sending of unsolicited advertising to one's mailbox. I have it
now and immediately sent them a letter requesting they remove my name from
solicitors' lists. Here it is, for those of you who have procrastinated,
as I did, on cutting off the flow of junk.
Direct
Marketing Association
Mail
Preference Service
P.O. Box
9008
Farmingdale,
NY 11735
I would
hope this would be sufficient to minimize the flood of unwanted junk mail.
However, the postal clerk told me that the request only lasts for three
months, that one needs to send a reminder at least that often. And then
there is the problem of what happens to the three or four catalogs I
really do want. They will probably stop sending as well. Even if I order
from a particular vendor and at the same time request that my name not be
sold, I fear that my wishes will not be honored and deluge will once again
commence. Thus my quandary is this: should I never order from any catalog
or take my chances with the very few I enjoy? I'm leaning towards the
option of no catalogs at all. No matter how attractive the photography or
tempting the offer, no matter how easy it may seem to have a tantalizing
new sweater sent to me without leaving my door, I think I will resist.
In three
months I will once again send a postcard to the direct marketing
association and continue to throw the detritus I receive in the recycle
bins without even opening them. Otherwise I might purchase something I
don't really need, use up a tree in just a few months, and leave myself
open to the kind of irritation mixed with irrational guilt I now feel when
I can't find my correspondence for the plethora of brightly colored
catalogs jammed in my mailbox.
Perhaps it
is time to remind myself that I really don't need much of anything ¾ I
may want goodies, but don't need them. And just perhaps local shopkeepers
will benefit slightly from my refusal to give in to the siren call of
national companies. Shopping locally looks better than ever.