I stopped going to the cheapest gas station near me because I pulled up one time in the rain, and some guy who worked there immediately began fiddling with my gas cap and insisted on filling up my tank for me. Okay, that's not why I stopped going there. I stopped going there because then he said, "When it rains, we always pump gas for women and the elderly."
I stopped getting the Washington Post not because of a political stand on the increasing conservatism/liberalism of their articles or to make a point about the deterioration of the media. I stopped from a combination of 1) having to get paper bags to hold them in because my neighborhood forces me to recycle them; 2) there is too much to read every day and I invariably hold onto the extras, thinking I'll get to them eventually (and you can guess the rest); but the thing that really did it was 3) my paper delivery guy sent me a self-addressed envelope along with his request for money around Christmas, and I just thought that was too crass.