Jesus fucking Christ.  

I get it.  There are ads.  They are a part of life.  I have no problem with this.  None whatsoever – go ahead and make your living, I gotcha.  Really I do. I’m an adult, taxpaying woman with a certain annual salary – I’m fine with being your target audience.

BUT THIS BULLSHIT CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF.  Srsly, I’ve seen this exact same absurd and utterly vomitous waste of time, space, and energy float past my perfectly ordered feed FOUR FUCKING TIMES in the past one minute and forty-five seconds and it’s enough to make me want to consider fictionpress or blogspot, or even LiveJournal if it’s still around.  Or a worthless and completely marginalized subreddit.  Smoke signals,

even

.  Snail mail for fuck’s sake.  Literally anything else.  

Sell me cosmetics.  Sell me shoes.  Sell me vitamin supplements.  Fuck, sell me pyramid schemes or essential oils or a goddamned time share.

BUT KEEP YOUR TRUMP NONSENSE TO YOURSELF, THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH.  

You’ve crossed a line with this, and you’ll need to hose your shoes

off

at the door to clean off whatever you’ve stepped in.  It’s not fit for polite company, and you should feel bad.

@staff