Quotes About Consumerism

I am so spoiled. I cannot watch a show where it gets interrupted for ads. I have to TiVo it and skip through the ads, because the culture of advertising is so false and phony that I just... ugh, you know?

Spoiled. That's all it's about - can't live without this, can't live without that. You can live without anything you weren't born with, and you can make it through on even half of that.

American democracy is spoiled by people buying everything in sight and then selling and buying everything in sight, including our politicians.

We've become lazy and a bit spoilt and we want our food quickly and easily.

There is hardly anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price only are this man's lawful prey.

The clothes make the man. The children working in sweatshops make the clothes. Therefore, the children working in sweatshops make the man.

No man ever went broke overestimating the ignorance of the American public.

To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.

Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack. And a white man get paid off of all of that.

Modern man is frantically trying to earn enough to buy things he's too busy to enjoy.

Man does not only sell commodities, he sells himself and feels himself to be a commodity.

Ads are carefully designed by the Madison Avenue frog-men of-the-mind for semiconscious exposure.

Sonic the hedgehog is a beautiful statement on capitalism. You spend your whole life collecting yellow rings and then hit one spike and lose them all. And there is a fat man who wants to kill you.

Modern man drives a mortgaged car over a bond-financed highway on credit-card gas.

There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because of this cruel, man-eating idol, lucre.

What editors are obliged to appear to say that men want from women is actually what their advertisers want from women.

in the background she can hear the shopping carts performing their clashy, anal copulations.

They have parallel-parked their bimbo boxes in identical computer-designed Burbclave street patterns and secreted themselves in symmetrical sheetrock shitholes with vinyl floors and ill-fitting woodwork and no sidewalks, vast house farms out in the loglo wilderness, a culture medium for a medium culture.

THE LAY OF WALMART TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: "The Lay of Walmart" comprises two parts. Handwriting analysis confirms that both were written by the same author, self-identified as Tóki Olafsson, a skald

I'd rather stub out cigarettes on my tongue than go shopping.

He stares at the crowd, five thousand potential market shares, young people with funkiness on their minds.

They have parallel-parked their bimbo boxes in identical computer-designed Burbclave street patterns and secreted themselves in symmetrical sheetrock shitholes with vinyl floors and ill-fitting woodwork and no sidewalks, vast house farms out in the loglo wilderness, a culture medium for a medium culture. The

bimbo boxes with license plates from all the Burbclaves.

Well, there are lot of people who make a lot of money off the fifth- and sixth-life crises. All of a sudden they have a ton of consumers scared out of their minds and willing to buy facial cream, designer jeans, SAT test prep courses, condoms, cars, scooters, self-help books, watches, wallets, stocks, whatever…all the crap that the twenty-somethings used to buy, they now have the ten-somethings buying. They doubled their market!