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Facebook for the "elderly"

Okay, so today I go on Facebook and I glance over at the ads along the side and I see HELP WITH ALZHEIMER'S, WHAT TO DO ABOUT JOINT PAIN...I stopped there. Now I know that these ads are specifically geared to the person who's on their own site, so "they (probably some very young theys) know who I am, how old I am, and put ads up they think will be pertinent to me. And so let me tell you those ads are damn depressing and irritating. Okay sure I've had aches and pains, and like my real friends and my "friends" in BETTER LATE I admit the conversation of Alzheimer's does come up, but really I don't want to be pitched ads about this stuff. I felt so young and hip when I joined Facebook, so with it, I even joined Twitter and I'm blogging for godsake. Wake up you kids working at Facebook. I want YOUNG ads. I want ads about the latest designer wear even if I don't wear designer clothes. I want ads about hip bars and resorts. I'm on Facebook so I don't have to think about arthritis, alzheimers, assisted living. Young people just don't get it. It's really sad when you think about it. I'm older and wiser, not decrepit and losing my memory. Even if I do sometimes forget to pop the key out of the car ignition.

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  1. UnknownSeptember 20, 2010 at 10:46 PM

    It's okay, Mom, all I get is ads about making baby books and losing that baby belly. It's best to ignore the damn ads. Serves them right.

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