OK, so I’m a guy. I get that. You’re trying to market to lowest common denominators, and there is no lower common denominator among heterosexual guys than their interest in… what you’re showing me.
But this does not sum me up. It doesn’t even fit my Internet habits. Yeah, I may have paused to enjoy YouTube clips such as this one, but I thought that was kind of cute and harmless, and Google is leaping to conclusions when it thinks that’s the only kind of video I want to see. (Which it does sometimes, suggesting things such as these.)
I look at my Chrome history, and I see all sorts of topics, from breaking news to multiple attempts to find a quote I half-remembered from Catch-22; from Netflix (to remind me where I stopped in watching “House of Cards”) to the news that ADCO won more ADDY awards than anyone at the 2014 gala over the weekend.
There are no outrageously buxom or nearly nude women, no photographic representations of the Elvis Costello line, “You want her broken with her mouth wide open/’Cause she’s this year’s girl.” Although if you look far enough back, you might find where I looked up some Elvis lyrics.
I’ve mentioned this phenomenon before — in fact, I showed you one of these very ads. It was one of several that seemed to draw a connection between large breasts and learning a foreign language.
But the collection above really seems to have brought this trend down to a new level. Some of these things don’t seem to be just offering French lessons, if you know what I mean.
I suppose I could learn more by clicking on these come-ons. But that would seem to justify them; wouldn’t it? And who knows what kinds of ads I’d start getting…
By comparison, my browsing history is startlingly bland…
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OK, I just clicked on Facebook again, and I got several far-less-embarrassing (if anyone is looking over my shoulder) ads.
The one trying to sell me the Edmund Morris trilogy about Theodore Roosevelt is the kind you WANT people to see you looking at. Of course, it showed up because I mentioned it the other day.
Where the others are coming from, I don’t know…
Looking at those ads, I get an impression of a guy who spends all his time reading Argosy and Spicy Detective Stories. There’s something kinda retro about the unabashed invitation to me to “Get a load a dese luscious dames. Whaddya t’ink, buddy?”
Gee whiz, I never get stuff like that…
And, with no apparent notice or for no apparent event, the Richland County Elections Board fires director Howard Jackson….
Maybe Mr. Jackson was finding those 120 hour work weeks at three different jobs to be a struggle? Or maybe he was trying to DO those other jobs while on the clock for his real job? Or maybe some of Lillian McBride’s talents rubbed off on him?
Regardless, it’s just another day in Richland County – where incompetence is a core competency.
As you can see, my young apprentice, your friends have failed. Now witness the firepower of this fully ARMED and OPERATIONAL elections board!
and Lillian McBride, who oversaw the bigger fiasco still draws a check…
From the article in The State it sounds like Mr. Jackson may end up with the last laugh. And by last laugh, I mean a lawsuit and or settlement…