(the most American place on earth)
We are Americans. Amen, amen.
And what do we like more better than Chevrolet and apple pie?
Whining! Bitching and moaning! Crying our freaking, spoiled eyes out!
(i'm not being critical, mind you. . .you're currently in a portion of my obnoxiously negative site entitled boycott central. . .i am one of you)
Anyway. Boycotts are horribly patriotic and perfectly legal. So let us rise up and absolutely refuse to patronize certain businesses and people, just as Uncle Sam would want.
Hey. Think about it. Our forefathers staged one of the biggest boycotts of all-time. Perhaps you've heard of it? The American Revolution.
Boycott Britain! But now we like Britain. You know. The Beatles, James Bond and stuff. Anyway. . .
boycott
today?
For one, their music selection. What I hate about Wal*mart are their edited, censored CDs. In case you didn't know, Wal*mart is a family store so they do not sell Parental Advisory music. Fair enough. That's every retailer's prerogative. However, they still sell the records themselves. . . simply edited with all the naughty stuff cut out. Censorship anyone? The reason this bothers me so much is. . .well, what sort of message is it sending? Let's say that a family will not allow records with the Parental Advisory label on them in their household, so they hop into the station wagon and scott on down to their local Wal*mart store. They purchase some new, profane hip hop record that has been sanitized for your protection. What good is done? Listen, parents, if you don't want that crap in your house, do you want to support the artist? Do you want to send them the message: Go ahead! Sing songs about decapitating police offers and raping high school sophomores! I'll still line your pockets because I'll buy the Wal*mart version! And the records still get made. If you're going to make a stand on content, then make your bloody stand. Withhold the money: don't fork it over. If people didn't buy music with the sort of content they won't carry at Wal*mart, then there would be no market and the artists creating that music would be forced to either change or take a job as a toll booth operator in Camden, New Jersey. I'm not trying to being moralistic. Make your own choices--but let's stop pretending that we're doing anybody any good by supporting the artists through Wal*Mart.
In addition. . .well, geez. Wal*mart goes against everything I believe in. They're all the same. There's no creativity. You've got your greeter born in 1865, you've got all the same products, the same departments, the low prices, the. . .the. . .well, go ahead and drive local retailers out of business. You're Wal*mart!
However, none of us are beyond redemption. There are some good things: this is the only place where I can find Rice Krispie Treat Cereal anymore. What's up with that? It's so tasty! Also, I like their lemonade and their salsa. Plus, let's face it, you can get the Mary-Kate and Ashley clothing brand there and that stuff's pretty fly. So, I guess I'm trying to say that if they cleaned up their clean music department, they might find themselves on the Exoneration page. Maybe.
This is a new magazine (last I knew they were yet to have their first issue) that I do not like. So don't subscribe! Okay?
You want reasons? Well, for one, I recently applied for the position of Travel Columnist at this publication. Now, I know what you're thinking: Ooooh. Listen to the Webmaster! He's so whiney 'cause he didn't get the job! We wouldn't have hired him either. Yes, but you work at Good Housekeeping and I wouldn't have applied. Anyway. The reason these kids make the Boycott Central list is not because I didn't receive the job but rather because they have been so bloody rude by refusing to have some balls and call me and tell me I didn't receive the job.
First off, the CEO is rarely in his office. At least, he never is when I call. So I leave voicemails and I e-mail and I leave messages with the secretary. Can we please exercise a little common courtesy people? Yes, I get that you don't want me. Fine. Be a man! Tell me that! Don't pussyfoot around and simply don't call. That's just plain rude.
And this is your comeuppance! Angry boycotts! Serves you right!