What Facebook Thinks I Want

     I understand that in order to provide free sites on the internet, such as Facebook, it is necessary to have advertising. What bothers me is what the ads reveal about what they, whoever they are, think I want.  Until I finally profiled that I am married, I regularly received ads telling me that aging male models live in Kalispell, Montana and want to date me. And though I try not to follow many internet rabbit trails, something I liked or clicked convinced them that I believe in the existence of magical fat busters and miracle beauty products. Are they judging by my profile picture? I certainly didn't profile my weight.
     But to me the most irritating ads are those telling me how easy it is to get disability over 50. As if it wasn't bad enough that welfare has unleashed a plague of entitlement mentality in our nation, lawyers are actively trying to infect more wage earners with "something for nothing" disease so they can profit from them in the short term and the rest of us can pay for them for the rest of our lives.
     I don't mind that Facebook thinks I'm politically conservative, God fearing and cheap--those things are all true. I'm not sure why Godvine thinks I want to cry. I can't blame Facebook for the online versions of chain letters--my cousin sends those. And the warnings against eating toxic substances (which for millennia were called food) come from friends who are caught up in the latest health fads.
    But those things are minor distractions. It doesn't matter what Facebook thinks I want. What I want from Facebook is a quick peek at news and pictures from friends and family and time left over to put my face in a real book--with no advertising.