To hate myself for putting up with emails from mums flogging stuff? Tupperware or cards

[BonnyDay]

You know the "mummy jobs" (cringe )

You once bought a card / tub / pair of earrings and they keep emailing you crap.
This one was about 5 years ago. Im top scared to say fuck off.

Set up a rule to auto delete her mails.

Can't you just block the emails by adding them as spam?

But I use my spam. In a way I'm cross not just to be blunt.

Yup. Mummy jobs. (Pejorative )crap

Why is it so difficult to say 'no thanks, I don't need any more tupperware/cards/whatever ?' .

Oh not a friend.

Rag. You're right. But I'm really saying I don't want yours.
We all know why we but this stuff. Social obligation. They trade on it.

It is social obligation. Like a colleague with the avon catalogue. Who the HELL sells like this now? If I want some shite from Avon I will order it online.

Nobody really wants to buy this overpriced cack.

I would be the same though and just ignore/delete, I don't think I would say 'thanks but no thanks'

You can't say no. You think "oh ill go. Glass if warm wine then run".
But it's hotel California

Then they start texting. Have you an emergency need for a pizza stone

Oh god I thought they were just trying to sell stuff to you direct, not get you to go to parties.

I just would be busy for the next 10 years, every night. NEVER go to these ghastly parties. You only end up with a small glass of white zinfandel and a vibtator on your nose.

Yup. Direct.these people use numbers they scab from party invitations from kids

Bad marketing if someone hasn't bought off you for 5 years and you don't adjust your mailing list

I would just ignore.

These parties are useless, i can't think of anyone who ever enjoys going to them.

If you are not a friend and just have kids in common I think it is extraordinary that they would invite you. Are they Amway parties?

I went to an Ann Summer's "party" once. The rep then called me several times demanding my order, then because I was wussy because I wouldn't answer her calls started to text me, outraged because I wasn't ordering. I didn't order anything and she now blanks me when we meet.

Then there is the whole new circle of hell known as Pampered Chef parties...

I now make a polite excuse and do not attend any of them and I ignore emails/texts too. I deeply dislike those parties.

I don't think anyone likes those parties, surely.

Some people may say they host these parties and everyone loves them, but I am sure their guests are lying. It is like that conflict where every bride says that everyone said that their wedding was perfect blah blah, however most people think weddings are deeply dull and only attend out of duty.

I want a Stella and dot one. I know. But couldn't face inviting people.

My wedding only got exciting after we left.

GetOrf - I so agree with you re: weddings, they are so dull, no one will ever admit to not enjoying a wedding but the last one I went to was tedious beyond belief; must have cost a fortune, it was a dreary non-religious 'ceremony' with piped music, no atmosphere and a bog standard prawn cocktail/bland chicken/chocolate cake/warm white wine meal. And I was on a table with really boring teenagers when I had specifically been told my own child was not invited - no surprise that we never heard from the bride and groom again.

But actually I quite like those selling parties, you get to nose in someone's house, I always take a decent bottle of wine and hang on to it - unfortunately I haven't been invited to one for ages.

Jesus bonny all your friends would give you rictus grins.

I can see it looks better than tupperware pots, but generally bored women setting themselves up as 'consultants' should be avoided really.

Unless you secretly hanker after being a Stella and Dot Stylist...

After mistakenly discovering there is no such thing as "no obligation" attached to attending these ghastly parties, I routinely, but politely, decline invitations to them. Without exception!

The worst of all are Ann Summers, tbh. The forced, and decidedly un-erotic, capers are gruesome to witness. Let alone participate in.