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.

I always think there is a conflict (based on mumsnet) with the amount of people who post 'oh god weddings are a load of wank' and people who post 'my wedding was wonderful, all my guests made a point of telling me'. Yes, because they have the social grace to fib to your face.

The underwear Ann Summers sells is a travesty. Vile and really appallingly shoddy. You may as well buy stuff from Primark for 4 quid.

And I cannot believe Tupperware is still going. I went to a Tupperware party about 10 years ago and it was so expensive. Surely everyone buys those klik and lock boxes from the supermarket for a few quid.

My mum has brown and orange tupperware from the late 70s which is still going strong.

Ugh. The latest thing here is minging scented candle parties. The candles are cack and overpriced. I went to one and they served tea, coffee and sausage rolls.

I went to one and they served tea, coffee and sausage rolls.

lol at laconic suburban heartbreak evident in that sentence.

Ah, Tupperware. What's the point of it nowadays?

I still recall those terrible "ice breaker" quizzes with questions which wouldn't have stretched the intellect of my dog and with "prizes" that were pieces of pointless plastic worth about 10p.

Lol. I love sausage rolls. With beet though
No I want all the cheap jewellery with no one coming. So it won't happen. ;).
Agree just bloody buy something or go out and get pissed.

Beer!!

Those ice breaker quizzes are like training sessions at work run by gimps who do the whole 'tell us something unusual about yourself' and then post a 'humurous' picture with caption at the end of the powerpoint presentation and you all have to laugh weakly at the David Brentness of it all whilst wanting to brain yourself.

Yes I am this jolly in real life.

Do they still have those perfume parties? Where every scent smells like cats piss despite the desperate attempt of the salesperson to convince you it is indistinguishable from Chanel No. 5.

God. I think I remember those. I don't know where from.

I remember my gran going to those perfume parties in the 80s.

I went aling with her to one, and to an Amway make up demonstration, and she bought a (ghastly) frosted lipstick for about 7 quid, which was a fortune for a lipstick back then really.

I was heartbroken. I partly went to get out of the house, but it was mostly to have a few glasses of wine and talk shite with other bored people. I had to drink half a bottle when I got home to get over the disappointment.

There is a whole Alan Bennett play in there.

Hi! I'm having a Phoenix card party and I'd love you to order all your Christmas cards from me this year. Love it that you love these parties. DM girls. Xx :)

What are DM girls? Depeche Mode fans? Doctor martens wearers?

whispers Daily Mail girls, of course!

Oh.

Are we supposed to laugh or be offended?

Cards: sorry, I'm only doing x charity cards this year, trying to raise £yy. Actually, would you like to make a donation?

Everything else, including Anne Summers: no thanks, I don't need any more, I've got loads.

How much are those Phoenix cards anyway? I bet they cost a fortune. Do people really spend a lot of money on cards nowadays?

The Phoenix cards are something like £1.20 each though you get a small discount if you buy in bulk.

About 6-7 years ago, the only cards you could buy in shops were stupidly overpriced ones which were £2.39 or something, or cheap nasty ones. Now it seems that most shops do a range of reasonably priced, nice quality cards, which are much cheaper than the Phoenix ones.

So, they used to be a decent wheeze. Now, not so much.

Oh that is quite cheap.

Still though. A party for cards.

I was bullied into going to a Pampered Chef party once a few years ago. It was hell on earth. I ended up buying a yorkshire pud baking thing which has never been used and lives at the back of the cupboard. You couldn't drag me to one of those awful parties again if you tried.

There was a thread last year about a poor cow who went to a saucepan party and spent THREE THOUSAND PANS on a set of saucepans.