I hate ads.

That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say. Just loathe them with a burning passion. More than i do anything else in my day to day life. I feel an urge to scream it into the world every single day just how much i despise ads and whoever invented them.

I hate ads.

I can’t escape them. I feel like i’m trapped in a sick psychological torture experiment. Can’t even go outside for a walk without seeing them everywhere. This is not how human beings should live.

I hate ads.

Do the people who make ads not feel any shame for what they are doing? Stop trying to sell me your shit, i don’t want it! I don’t want to give you my money, stop trying to take it away from me!

I hate ads.

  • Addfwyn@lemmygrad.ml
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    21 days ago

    I feel an urge to scream it into the world every single day just how much i despise ads and whoever invented them.

    If you are like me and just like reading history for fun, even the history of things like advertising, there is some actual interesting history there. Advertising goods for sale basically goes back as far as recorded history does. We have examples of adverts from the Song dynasty. These tended to be fairly innocous though. Basically just signs advertising a product sold at a shop.

    Modern advertising, the more invasive kind that we hate, unsurprisingly got its start in the US. All the advertising execs that basically set out with the goal of exploiting human psychology to sell product are from the early 1900s in the US/UK for the most part. Nielsen and the dedicated advertising agency came a bit later. Thomas Barratt (UK) was one of the worst, he famously bought the rights to a painting and then added a product he was selling to the painting. The artist hated it but couldn’t do anything about it.

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      21 days ago

      bought the rights to a painting and then added a product he was selling to the painting

      Straight to the gulag. No discussion, no trial, just gulag. Goodbye.