There is a scene in the underrated 2000s rom com Confessions of a Shopaholic where the titular shopaholic, Rebecca Bloomwood, squints at a credit card bill (mailed to her at work in paper form), trying to figure out how she spent so much money.
You put it perfectly into words I have not had until now, how we are being treated like consumers of a business but we're the people residing in a country..!! Thank you for that, I will argue a lot better now!
Also, the best way to get out of reoccurring charges is to change your credit card number! I've called the bank on one of those resume builder website charges as fraud, got my money back and then they mailed me a new card! Fuck that shit yk?
This sort of thing is infuriating. Another layer of aggravation is that a few times now I've had to help out older members of my family who aren't as tech savvy with this sort of thing. A dull tedious grind that wouldn't be allowed to exist in even a fractionally better world.
You put it perfectly into words I have not had until now, how we are being treated like consumers of a business but we're the people residing in a country..!! Thank you for that, I will argue a lot better now!
Also, the best way to get out of reoccurring charges is to change your credit card number! I've called the bank on one of those resume builder website charges as fraud, got my money back and then they mailed me a new card! Fuck that shit yk?
This sort of thing is infuriating. Another layer of aggravation is that a few times now I've had to help out older members of my family who aren't as tech savvy with this sort of thing. A dull tedious grind that wouldn't be allowed to exist in even a fractionally better world.