Advertisers are literally in our heads now, and it creeps the living hell out... oh, wait I have to go buy that... Be right back.
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, the end of all privacy as we know it.
We have actually entered the opening scene of every dystopian nightmare sci fi movie, but, just like the vast majority of the characters in those movies, we somehow don't even realize it.
And I'm not talking about Trump being president. I mean, that's going to end in four, or eight... I mean, hopefully four, but possibly, at most, like 8... I mean, worse case scenario, right? Let's just say 8 weeks to be safe.
Eventually, Trump will no longer be president. But advertising coming straight out of our heads is some serious dystopian crap, and it is here to stay.
In case you have somehow avoided renting valuable space in your head for free to a local Don Draper type, the place I see this happen the most is on Facebook. I know whenever I'm thinking about buying something (say a new lightsaber), FB will then have ads on my wall for that very thing. And the lightsaber I spent the most time thinking about (and to be fair, I do spend a good amount of time thinking about them, so maybe this isn't that hard for an ad-man living in my head to spot) is always one of the options available in the ads on my FB wall.
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?????
WHY AREN'T WE ALL CREEPED ALL THE HELL OUT BY THIS????
Again, as I said, we are at the beginning of the dystopian movie or TV show, and none of us are the heroes who must rise up and first go through that awful scene where they drill into their own heads and rip the little man out and reveal him to actually be Dick Whitman, who, in fact, can actually be killed!
WE CAN DO IT!
But now Sterling Cooper, the evil company that secretly rules the world is onto us...
Sorry, now I'm starting to blur lines between fiction and reality. I can't even find my way out. THIS IS THE PROBLEM WITH HAVING A LITTLE AD MAN LIVING IN YOUR HEAD!!! GET HIM OUT!!! For some reason, in spite of all of this, I feel like I really want to go to Salt Lake Comic Con for some reason...
Where was I?
HOW DOES SALT LAKE COMIC CON KEEP GUESSING EXACTLY THE PEOPLE I WANT TO SEE THERE????
Seriously, this is the most significant invasion of privacy we have seen (they are literally in OUR HEADS), for the most rudimentary purpose (they're just ads, right?), and with the least significant protest.
But it really matters: they are tracking everything we are doing online, to figure out the best way to advertise us, in ways that will assuredly break down our mental guards and get us to buy things we don't really need or even really want, in ways that will significantly increase our already unbearable mountains of crushing debt.
Advertising has broken through its biggest wall: our skulls. Advertising is now so personal, so persuasive, and I really, really, really want to go to Salt Lake City all of a sudden. And that's certainly a thought I never expected to have.
But, having said all of this, I just noticed an ad that is for something I was just thinking about buying... Gotta go! Gotta shop!