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I’m in a pissy mood. I really despise that word, but in this case it just fits. So instead of getting all bitchy at home and passive-aggressive at work, I figured, hey! why not just vent right here!
Top 5 Things That Drive Me Crazy
5. Cookies. Not the yummy delicious kind, but the Internet kind. I know, I know – they facilitate a lot of what we do and serve some useful purposes, but check this out:
One day, I’m looking at a pair of shoes on Zappos.com. They’re cute, I contemplate it for a millisecond before I realize I could never buy shoes online.
But since then, almost every site or blog I go to, I see a Zappos ad for those shoes. And I don’t remember ever seeing Zappos ads before. I’m starting to think the universe is telling me to buy the shoes.
But that’s just ridiculous.
So I dig a little, and discover when I visited the Zappos site, a cookie was placed in my browser that allows Zappos to target their ads down to the very shoe I looked at.
I hate that.
4. When people write about something somewhere, anywhere, on the Internet and then get upset about the way people respond to it. You cannot dictate how or why people react to your words. When you write something, especially something controversial, you are inviting people to critically examine what you’re putting out there.
If you can’t deal with that, write in a journal.
3. Having to chase after my husband. For anything. Whether it’s to do the dishes, write me a cheque, change a light bulb… I just hate it. I hate the sound of my voice nagging him. I don’t want to nag him. I walk to talk to him. I want to enjoy his company. It sucks. But he just doesn’t listen…
2. When drivers don’t give a courtesy wave in heavy traffic. In any traffic. On the road, in general. I let you in. Easily. Just say thank-you, for fuck’s sake. Is that so hard?
1. That the first thing my son said when my husband returned from a week-long business trip was, “Hello, Daddy. Mommy hardly yelled at all when you were gone.”
Edited 8/30/10 – To be clear, I’m not opposed to advertising on the Internet and I don’t use ad blocker for this reason. Everyone has to pay their bills, right? BUT – I am opposed to this kind of marketing. I don’t think it’s effective and it’s annoying as hell. And just because they’re not ‘technically’ violating any privacy laws, it doesn’t make it any less creepy.