Online Fame | A 'blog written by Chris Rhee

While going through my snail mail (also known as my junk mail), I opened an envelope that was notifying me about a limited time offer, accept-this-or-die-of-inside/out-skin-failure-disease, pre-approved credit card: a Platinum VISA. It had a credit line of $200.

These credit card companies are throwing around more useless titles and buzz words than a brand new start-up company. Call me a rich bastard stickler who feels the need to segregate poor individuals, but $200 hardly seems deserving of the “platinum” title. I’m shocked and appalled. My damn monocle nearly fell out.

What do the gold card members get now? A fellow with multi-colored hair who tags along and lets you borrow from a pocket full of coins?

I’m not impressed, VISA. You’ll be hearing from my Chief Personal Assistant/Outside Communications Director soon enough.

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