Company Unveils Shapely Mail Advertising
Coming soon to your mailbox, advertising shaped like a sports car or a stop sign, a hula doll or hamburger. Indeed, almost anything an artist can conceive.Customized MarketMail begins Monday, offering advertisers a chance to think outside the envelope and send material that really shows their products to buyers.
The first mailing, to southern California, will be simulated boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
Unsolicitied mail is crap. I didn't ask to recieve it, it's an additional burden on the Post Office (and entity whose existence I don't support and I certainly don't support any efforts to increase the costs it faces), but most of all, it's such a tremendous waste of time and resources. I don't know what the "success rate" on this form of advertising, but it can't be impressive. Every time I check my mail, the garbage can is overflowing with this junk: supermarkets pushing the weekly sale, furniture companies screaming about bedroom sets and cheap futons, major banks "pre-approving" me for their credit cards, thousands of pizza ads, TimeWarner humping my leg for their digital cable service that I dropped after realizing what a waste it was, and of course, the ever-ubiquitous Have You Seen These Children? inserts. Some of it I rarely find useful (pizza ads); most of it I'd like to ship back wrapped in bricks (supermarket & furniture store ads) spray painted with Stop Mailing Me This Shit, Please.
For example, in today's mail, which has accumulated since Saturday, I have:
Prognosis: Only halfway lame. I suppose it could be convienient to do it this way, but I hate writing checks and I hate the government's monopoly on mail delivery even more. And my printer is a piece of shit and won't print.
Prognosis: I left you bastards once. I'm not coming back until I need you.
Prognosis: I don't spend my time looking for lost kids. I also don't memorize the faces on these flyers in the vain hope I may run across one and call him or her in. These get dumped summarily in the trash.
Prognosis: I have a freakin' credit card and if I wanted, needed, or felt like my life was otherwise incomplete without a new one, I'd go and look for one on my own. Bye-bye.
Prognosis: Finally, a piece of mail that has some relevance. Though I take issue with the $2.06 state and local tax on my DSL charges, the 53¢ Federal Universal Service Fee, the $1.15 Municipal Charge, the $5.28 FCC Approved Customer Line Charge, etc., and the $3.15 in federal/state/local taxes imposed on my phone charges...I'll pay it.
Prognosis: See above.
Prognosis: I was aware I signed up for this part of my health plan when I signed up for it. But it's a nice thought. The art on the flip side is kinda cute.
Prognosis: I hate these the most. I never need any of this crap except for the pizza...and then it isn't very hard to call the nearest location and ask them about their specials. Regardless how annoyed with the repetition the guy on the other phone sounds, I'm not memorizing pizza deals for the four or five times a year I call in a delivery pie. Down the tubes for you.
I don't like the idea of weird mailing shapes invading my mailbox. Maybe I'd be more receptive if the products and services being offered were ones I actually wanted.
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