Stickers, the bane of my existence...kinda.

Stickers have to be one of the biggest scams that I have had the displeasure of encountering in the short time I have lived thus far on this planet. I’ll admit, when I was about so high, I myself delved into the predominantly female world of sticker collecting. Yes, those corporate Kahunas decided that making the damn things wasn’t enough, now we had to collect them. I would love to shake the hand of the genius that drew a smiley face on a piece of tape and started this cataclysmic downward spiral into endless collection oriented consumerism. As I look at my sister’s sticker collection book, as there are now books just for the stickers, I realize how stupid we must seem as consumers to these companies. I scoff at those Lisa Frank people, purveyors of all bright and sticky like those at the tobacco industry. (Rumor is that the next “fair enough” skits would be about just this industry.)

Explain to me how great this is in terms of you running a business. First you make stickers, numerous ones in varying sizes and seizure inducing colours. Next you make a book just for these stickers where young girls, or in my case, girly guys are encouraged to store all their precious stickers in the sticker book. You’ll then push it out in a package with a million of the cheaply made, sticky girl-crack where all you do after buying the thing is stick the same stickers into the book. In short, you pay to take the stickers off the sticky paper and put them into the book. Wow. Add stickers of varying characters and you’ve got yourself a hit as people eat up your garbage with every reiteration. Wow. Stickers are lame, to be quite frank, and you may be an adult thinking, yeah, it really is stupid, but wait!

The same adults who may share my sentiments on the whole sticker phenomenon may be part of the evil plans of those such as Lisa Frank. Do you have a car? Have you put one of those crappy decals of Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes fame, urinating on your back window? What about of some other unimportant character doing something that their real copyright owners would never advocate them doing? How about those bullet holes on the side of the car? Actually those bullet holes look kinda decent, or maybe that’s what I’m wanted to think. You see, those “cool” vinyl crap thingamajigs that you put on your car? How do you think they stay on your car? Here’s a hint, they stick. They are to adults what Lisa Frank is to the girlies. Wow. You probably didn’t know that, but it’s true and I just taught you something, no not that I can make an often too long, nonsensical post about absolutely nothing on my blog, but that the sticker industry is there and the dangers are real. What dangers? The addiction, man! The bright colors and oh so wacky characters are to your eyes what smoking is to your lungs. I know these things.