I have to confess I once threw a romance novel I got in the thrift store in the garbage because it was so bad I didn't want to inflict it on anyone else. It wasn't even bad in the "ideologically objectionable" way, just in the "how the hell did this get published" way.

I wouldn't even have made decoupage out of it because I didn't want to be reminded of its existence.

I did feel funny about it though; I'll admit that much.