Back when I was a wee Gilly, my family used to be a member of Columbia House. Now, if you're an American kid who grew up in the 1980s/1990s, you know exactly what I'm talking about here. For the uninitiated, it was a mail-order music club. You could order cassette tapes and CDs. They were sneaky. They reeled you in with some fantastic offers like five tapes for a penny. Buried deep within the fine print is their rules that you joined their mandatory, nearly impossible to unsubscribe from subscription service. My parents and my siblings influenced everything that I…
