When I was growing up, there was a slogan on the left: “The personal is the political.” Everything under the sun was political: the food you ate, the clothes you wore, the music you listened to, the friendships you formed — what a sorry and wearying way to live.
I cheerfully admit that my qualified and presumptive boycott of Amazon (I try to buy elsewhere; I’ll buy from Amazon when I know in advance I’m not likely to find it locally) is not costing me anything I really enjoy. Ask me again (1) if I finish my queue of Kindle books acquired over the years and (2) can’t find suitable replacements on Apple, Nook or platforms-yet-to-come.