Don't Stand So Close To Me

hidden influences on your carousel of desire

This post is a rebroadcast of The Remarkable Foolsletter.

They did an interface update for us writes. When they did, I lost one of my scheduled posts. On that day, there was a double post. And on a double post day, I wait a month and then send the extra post around again.

That was this one.

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Does your phone ever show you unusual things?

Do your Amazon ads feature things you’ve never mentioned or searched before?

I love the Amazon carousal ads on Facebook. That’s really the only reason I go there - to check out advertisements for camping gear, tools and the electronic gadgets that Bozos knows that I secretly covet.

There are times though when the Amazon Carousal of Desire shows me wildly irrelevant things.

It happened to me yesterday.

I was at the barn and met some folks I’d never spent time with before.

We talked about horses and stuff. Upon returning home, the Amazon Carousal of Desire had all sorts of oddities including a pocket hole jig kit, a ten tonne electric lifting winch and an automatic hot air banner welder.

These were likely tools that the man I was speaking to had been shopping for or browsing.

These are likely as result of Facebook’s location tracking. This sometimes makes some guesses about our relationship and what we may have discussed.

That’s fine, but be careful about what you search for.

Once, after a surf session and hanging out at the beach with several women, I listened as one openly discussed her relationship issues.

Later that day, I returned home to find my Amazon Carousal of Desire to be filled with all sorts of silicone devices of pleasure.

It seems that one of these women had been shopping online for dildos and but plugs.

My assumption?

It was likely the one loudly complaining about her relationship.

This may not be true.

And?

That’s the assumption that I’m making.

This created an interesting connundrum. Do I take a screen shot and send it out in a group text asking who was doing the device shopping and make suggestions?

Or, do I merely pretend it didn’t happen?

Either way, I can’t unsee what I saw. Perhaps the kind thing to do would be to pick one of them and send them as an anonymous gift?

Perhaps that’s a bit too creepy.

But the idea of doing so makes me giggle.

Perhaps that’s just my catty nature.

So.

When you’re searching for stuff online, your phone may be sharing your secrets with those around you without you knowing.

Just a heads up.

Has this happened to you?

What’s the most odd or inappropriate for you device that you’ve had pop up in your Carousal of Desire?

If all of a sudden your’s was filled with battery powered pleasure wands, how would you deal?