Last December, 2018, Facebook started spamming my feed for an upcoming show of John Maus at the Great American Music Hall, which I simply ignored. I mean, come on, I'm not dumb enough click on sponsored posts or even turn them off cause I don't want to give FB any kind of data on what I do and don't like. I try not to even hover over the ads, with the mouse or my eyes. Never heard of John Maus, not interested.
But here's the thing. They don't need any more data on me. They got me figured! For the most part. I still get ads for terrible kickstarters cause I backed one one time (what? who didn't think invisible panties wasn't a good idea? hmm? we all thought it was golden.) and they think cause I watched an episode of American Gods that I must really be into Neil Gaiman and bombard me with ads for some online class/lecture that starts with Neil sitting in a leather chair and trying to look like an elder fictionier... or something (note: I am truly not interested in NG... unless he wants to give me a grant, or a loan, or a blurb, or will just glance at me from the other side of the room, what a dream!). Anyhow, finally came across John Maus and yeah, they got me figured out. Still, not about to click on any ads, though:
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