Quotes About Consumerism

For the materialist, advertising becomes the powerful drug that feeds the addiction. Advertising prays on one's sense of inadequacy and loneliness. It promises that products and services will enhance a person's personality and identity and make him or her more appealing

Studies conducted around the world have shown a close correlation between materialist values, depression, and substance abuse.

Kinkade estimated that one of his paintings hung in every twenty homes in America. Yet the art world unanimously ignores or reviles him. Me included.

A man is paralyzed mentally by a beautiful woman, and advertisers take advantage. Like those ads where a woman in the bikini is next to a 32-piece ratchet set. We're going, "She's right next to the ratchet set, if I had the ratchet set, it would mean that . . . I better just buy the ratchets."

V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for your loved one" I think it's quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It's all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

The last free place in America is a parking spot.

awe-inspiring shit we put on shelves." These included live waxworms, a five-pound gummi bear, a diver's speargun, a book titled Venus with Biceps: A Pictorial History of Muscular Women, a butt plug attached to a plush foxtail,

Beautiful' is bullshit, a standard created to make women into good consumers, too busy wallowing in self-loathing to notice that we're second-class citizens.

My philosophy in gadgets is simple: Use them until they fall apart. Ignore new models as long as you can; they're a plot to separate you from your money.

What I'm saying is, where have all the real people gone? Where are the recognizably-human beings? Of course, it's silly of me to look them on TV commercials, no one watches ads for their true-to-life portrayals. If the ads were full of real people, they wouldn't be able to sell anything. Which is the point of this rambling column. Real people just don't sell.

The need for speed and newness, which can only be satisfied by consumerism, reflects restlessness, the inner flight from oneself.

Paraya,baÅŸar?ya ve piyasan?n iktidar?na tapma,modern putperestliÄŸin ortak ve etkili bir biçimidir.

It is one of the most characteristic and destructive developments of our own society that man, becoming more and more of an instrument, transforms reality more and more into something relative to his own interests and functions.

Une société essentiellement vouée au consumérisme et à l'accumulation de marchandises induit l'individu à minorer son souci d'être (être bien, être quelqu'un de bien, faire le bien) et à majorer ses tendances à avoir, à accaparer, à s'aliéner dans les choses, accumuler les pouvoirs.

Consumir es una forma de tener, y quizá la más importante en las ricas sociedades actuales. Consumir tiene cualidades ambiguas, alivia la angustia, porque lo que tiene el individuo no se lo puede quitar, pero también requiere consumir más, por que el consumo previo pierde su carácter satisfactorio. Los consumidores modernos pueden identificarse con la formula siguente: yo soy == lo que tengo y lo que consumo.

The industrial religion is incompatible with genuine Christianity. It reduces people to servants of the economy and of the machinery that their own hands build.

This attitude of buying, this religious expectation that there are endless things which we can get, and the almost orgastic pleasure in visualizing the wealth of new things you can buy, this is something which carries over in our attitude towards things other than new models. We have become consumers of everything, consumers of science, consumers of art, consumers of lectures, consumers of love, and the attitude is always the same.

Früher war das Geschenk etwas ganz anderes als die Ware. Heute ist das Geschenk eine Ware, die null Mark kostet. Diese Billigkeit macht den Käufer misstrauisch. Sicher ein faules Geschäft, denkt er.

Ma mõtlesin, et elame konservide ajastul.'' ''Konservide? Kuidas nii?'' Ravic osutas ajalehtedele. ''Meil pole enam tarvis mõtelda. Kõik on ette mõeldud, ette mälutud, ette tunnetatud. Konservid. Jääb üle ainult avada. Kolm korda päevas koju kätte toimetatud. Midagi pole enam tarvis ise külvata, kasvatada, pole tarvis küsimuste, kahtluste ja igatsuste tulel keeta. Konservid.

Cans. We don't have to think anymore. Everything is premeditated, pre-chewed, pre-felt. Cans. All you have to do is open them. Delivered to your home three times a day. Nothing any more to cultivate yourself, or let grow and boil on the fire of questions, of doubt, and of desire. Cans.

In our consumer culture, we always want the next best thing: the latest, the newest, the youngest. Failing that, we at least want more: more intensity, more variety, more stimulation. We seek instant gratification and are increasingly intolerant of any frustration. Nowhere are we encouraged to be satisfied with what we have, to think, this is good. This is enough.

the rise of individualism, the emergence of consumer culture, and the mandate for happiness have transformed matrimony and its adulterous shadow. Affairs are not what they used to be because marriage is not what it used to be.

We passed gas stations and chain food restaurants, with their billboards advertising happiness. I know the images in magazines and on TV aren't true representations of the world; I mean, that's obvious. But I still get this sinking feeling of disappointment, as if it is the world I should see.

Can I interest you in a battery-operated vagina?