Friday, October 14, 2011

Thank God (or my parents?) that I'm not a conflicted Mormon.

Facebook isn't very good at ad targeting:

So the above image is tiny because I fucked something up when I took the screen shot weeks ago. What you can't see is that there is a Mormon dating site ad right above a gay dating site ad. (For anyone living under a rock, I’m a homosexual.)

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better I got these ads today:

Let's break it down: a creepy gay dating site (sooo not into bears), a school site with a spelling error in the ad, and then a Disney ad to comfort me after the previous two ads?


  1. I'm a gay and I live in France. Fits doesn't it? I get ads for cute girls in French on my Facebook. What's a gay to do?

  2. What the heck is an otter and how does it apply to the gay dating site?

    If I made an ad like that I would throw in animals just to fuck with people. "Are you interested in Bears, Cubs, Otters, Ocelots, Fruit Bats, Howler Monkeys, Armadillos, Chinchillas, Horned Toads, or Bison?"

    Okay, now I'm thinking about what these animals WOULD be and my mind's going to some crazy places.

    Love the blog. Keep it up!

  3. Brian, the gay dating scene is actually quite complicated. I'll be posted a Field Guide to North American Gays soon and that will clear things up.

    And thanks for the love!

  4. So if I'm not gay... or a man... can I still go hang out at the Big Bear Den? It sounds kind of awesome.

  5. You go for it, Holly. I'm in danger of being mauled, but I think you're safe.

  6. I'm oddly disappointed with the "Learn to Drawl" one. I really was expecting a course on how to speak with a Southern U.S. accent. I totally need a class like that. The only word I know in Southern is "ya'll." I need to round out my freaking vocabulary!

  7. I completely agree. In my travels to the south I've discovered that my southern vocabulary is severely lacking. I sound like a complete tool when I try to use y'all.

  8. I once had to stop for lunch at an Arby's deep in the southern part of Georgia where the accents are quite pronounced. I tried to place my order THREE TIMES, but the dude behind the counter apparently couldn't understand MY accent and kept giving me this confused look and saying, "Excuuuuuse me, ma'am?" Finally I adopted what *I* thought was the worst Southern accent I could muster up (because I'm kind of snarky and sarcastic that way, and I was freaking starving by this point) and tried to give him my order again.

    To my astonishment, his face went from confused to happy, and he chirped, "Comin' right up, ma'am!" I laughed so hard I'm sure I looked like a lunatic. A YANKEE lunatic. LOL.