You can tell how old people are by whether they remember the smell of an Ogilvie Home Perm.

I was just scrolling through Facebook and I saw a photo of this really unfortunate-looking girl, and I was like “Jesus, that girl’s awkwardness is giving me second-hand 80’s nostalgia-shame from when I was that age and had the same-OHMYGOD THAT’S ME.”  Because apparently my cousin Joycie decided to upload old family pictures. So this me, age almostContinue reading “You can tell how old people are by whether they remember the smell of an Ogilvie Home Perm.”

Oh, Facebook…you win.

Remember last month when Facebook sent me a targeted eBay ad specifically for me, and it was for the ass of a squirrel sticking out of a wall?  And I wrote about it and then Facebook decided to double down so the next week they sent me an ad for the taxidermied ass of a larger animal.  And then Victor toldContinue reading “Oh, Facebook…you win.”

Facebook will remind you how fucked up you are and also try to make money off of it.

I was just on Facebook, and this popped up in my feed as something suggested for me personally: And first of all, it’s disconcerting when you get targeted advertising for half a dead squirrel, and it’s not even the good half.   Why send me this ad?  It’s as if Facebook said, “Hey, we saw this assholeContinue reading “Facebook will remind you how fucked up you are and also try to make money off of it.”