A recent NY Times Op-Ed had the turn of phrase, “Credit-card offers came in the mail like confetti” and I chuckled.
Every time a credit card application comes in the mail, I shred it and fill the “No Postage Necessary” envelopes with the shreddies and send it back. I wouldn’t say I’m proud of this, but every time I do it, I giggle my motherfucking ass off. If I’m feeling especially cheeky, I fill the envelope with other household detritus like old keys or screws.
I don’t think I’m doing anything in the war on junk mail, but it is cathartic. Besides, I don’t think you can recycle the shreddies without them blowing all over the street on trash day.