Pledging, hazing, beer bongs É
itÕs the bewildering world of credit card membership.
Seen through the tears of frustration, these faceless corporations take on the appearance of college fraternities, their CEOs and presidents as capricious as characters from the movie Animal House.
Sure, these friendly frat brothersÑintoxicated by their own good will (and sometimes other things)Ñoffer a lot to entice us. WeÕre given entry into an elite society, power, identity, and some really great toga parties. And while the buzz from the drinking games has us in a stupor, all the debauchery seems like a good ideaÑlike the American dream.
By avoiding the jargon of economics books, ÒOoh Baby Compound MeÓ captures what itÕs really like to be at the mercy of the corporations that control our financial destinies.