Maybe after observing I never bit the bait on its muffin top ads, Facebook’s opted to start serving more, uh, hygienic messages.
“Tired of shaving?” reads the ad to the right of my profile, accompanied by the shot of another chick’s vag in a polka-dot bikini. “Enter today for your chance to win $5000 worth of laser hair removal treatments.”
I can’t recall having entered profile information about the secret garden below my torso, but in any case, Facebook, this hits too. Close. For. Comfort. Why can’t you cater to my affinity for Russian literature? Or Jordan Almonds?
