Spamela Anderson
Actually, no, one observation I’d like to make about the world before I go to bed. Why does spam email even exist anymore? I mean, are there really people out there who buy penis-enhancement pills from shady companies who randomly contact them through their email? I mean there must be money in this, or else these things would not exist. The people who send them are not sending them for sport. They are sending them because they make money. And the fact that they make money is incredible. Just think, some weird creep is sitting there all alone in a dimly lite room covered in mountain dew cans, thinking to himself, “Boy, I wish there was a way I could increase the girth of my weiner from the privacy and safety of my own home…” - Clicks around on his computer - “Oh my god! This! This is perfect! This is just what I wanted. Now I can grow my rod to lengths unimaginable!”
On another note, I was thinking about how spam is basically just really untargeted advertising. It’s like buckshot advertising. They don’t know anything about the people they’re sending it to; they haven’t done any demographics. But they still make money. I wonder if this pisses off or worries high-priced ad execs. I mean, I certainly receive my share of spam from normal “legitimate” companies, but I wonder if there will reach a point where they will say, “Fuck all this qualitative research, let’s just start spamming people.” Not to say that they don’t already bombard you with unsolicited untargeted advertising all the time though. I mean fuck, I’m gonna scream if I have to see that commercial where the three girls are in bikinis and one says she wants a brownie, which causes the other to announce, “Oh yeah! She’s menstrual!” Why can’t I get Congress to make a bunch of silly rules banning companies from showing me nonsense like that?

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