{"id":23491,"date":"2020-09-27T09:19:44","date_gmt":"2020-09-27T13:19:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ianchadwick.com\/blog\/?p=23491"},"modified":"2020-09-27T09:19:44","modified_gmt":"2020-09-27T13:19:44","slug":"its-not-junk-mail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ianchadwick.com\/blog\/its-not-junk-mail\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s *NOT* Junk Mail"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"LitteringI recognize that we all like to apply labels to categorize things, as shorthand in communication and in conversation, and to identify common views and beliefs. I do it myself; we all do: labels are our everyday metaphors. They are fast and easy shortcuts. But I weary at times of trying to explain to people that the unsolicited material they get in their mailboxes several times a week is not simply “junk” mail to be tossed into the recycling bin without another thought.<\/p>\n

Or worse: at their community mailboxes some people simply litter it rather than taking it home to dispose of properly; leaving it for others to pick up, or to scatter around the neighbourhood and make everything dirtier, as shown in the image above. Littering is reprehensible, immature, anti-social, and anti-Canadian behaviour no matter what is being littered. But I digress.<\/p>\n

I, on the other hand, look through my admail every time, every piece; I look to see who is advertising, what the offers are, and look at the printing and design \u2014 even the spelling (is it Canadian or American?) \u2014 of each piece with a critical eye. I look at the typefaces, the graphic elements, how the coupons are perforated, even when the subject (such as discounts on meat, metal roofing, or fast food like burgers) does not interest me. It’s difficult to shed habits built from working decades working in print and media.<\/p>\n

Perhaps it’s because I was raised in an era when a lot more advertising came by mail than today that I see it in a different light.<\/p>\n

Back when I was a youngster, the arrival of some of this advertising material – seasonal catalogues from Eaton’s and Simpson’s, for example – was greeted with excitement and pleasure. I cannot count how many fall days did my brother and I pore over the toy sections of these catalogues looking for the presents we hoped to get in the coming Christmas. We carefully compared the offerings from each company to determine the best deal on toy soldiers and model kits. Or the titillation of my early pubescent years looking through the pages of lingerie and women’s undergarments. The mysteries unveiled in the pages of power tools, TV sets, and home furnishings. The fashion trends for upcoming seasons (in which I never participated but enjoyed critiquing). There were both education and entertainment in catalogues.<\/p>\n

Back then, of course, I read a lot of advertising with a sense of wonder that my later, cynical years have long erased. Back then, I read the offers on cereal boxes, on milk cartons, in TV guides, in comic books, on matchbooks, and even in the British magazines and comic books my grandparents would send over regularly (I eagerly anticipated each shipment of The Beano and like magazines for many years). I never considered it an imposition to have advertising in or on anything, but rather saw it as just another thing to read.<\/p>\n

Would that I had saved the X-ray glasses, Rat Fink decals, or the magic decoder rings I purchased through those ads.<\/p>\n

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Yes, what we get today in the mail (admail is the proper neologism) is<\/em> advertising and it may not appeal to you at the time, but advertising isn’t junk: it’s merely one form of communication from businesses, services, government ministries and agencies, medical services, real estate agents, and even politicians. And it is not meant to annoy recipients, but rather to inform them.<\/p>\n