The most confusing part of it all is that these ads are supposed to be "tailored" to me based on things I say and do on facebook. Let's take a gander at some of the beauties that popped up this past week.
They're right! Cheesecake IS funny! I am totes rotfl right now!
Oh yeah, those nails look H-O-T hot. Love 'em.
But wait, let's take a closer look at those monstrosities:
Seriously? THIS was the best mail model you could find? One with a bashed in fingernail that has blood pooled under it? I wonder if that sucker fell off after the shoot. Guh. Yeah, sign me up for those "spa's" (yeah, that would be one spa possessing something, not more than one spa. SIGH.).
Wow, there are a lot of amazing things to do in Lansing before I die! A tilty building! How is it that I've never seen that before? Hmmm, curious.
Umm, yeah ... I've definitely looked up in the sky before. And the sky in Lansing? Doesn't contain anything of the sort. I'm beginning to think these ads don't have accurate photos!
Now that tears it. If there were a taco that large in Lansing, I would have already eaten it. Maybe two.
Hang on a tick -- If I drive one hour to the west I can see a PIGLET IN RAINBOOTS???? Holy schnikes.
We get it, facebook. I'm fat. Move along now.
Now that's not even a little funny. The weight watchers back-to-back with the cheesecake? Okay, maybe it's a little representative of my eating habits. WHAT-ever.
Now it's official: facebook doesn't know me at ALL.
I call them "the LADIES," thank you very much.
Although, now that I think of it, none of this was as bad as when I got a bazillion "plan your wedding" ads BEFORE I was engaged (not cool, facebook) or when I was wishing and hoping to get pregnant and fifty bajillion ads popped up with baby crap (doubly not cool, facebook).
Moral of the story? Facebook ads are there to make your heart break and your head explode. And apparently Mark Zuckerburg is an evil little toad.
The End. Great story, right?