Preppy is the New Hipster

Spam, I know what it is. In addition to being a nickname for my friend(who occasionally goes by p-diddy) and my late-grandfathers favorite story about the Korean war, next to the one about him driving a beer truck. Spam is the collection of shitty emails that you don't want, sent to you by some pervert or marketing meathead in a pathetic attempt to try to get your attention when you are reading your email. Recently, my beloved Google has created a spam box and automatically sends the unwelcome emails into their own little box so I can then go in and delete them. I think it is nice of them. However, there is something about Google that is not so nice in regards to Spam.

I am cool with the fact that google reads my email and pulls out catch phrases and generally will direct me to some new interesting fact or shopping website that I did not know about. I believe Snip-its is what this is called. I am not modest, so I am not worried about privacy violations. However, they also read my spam box and pull out little snipits from there. That little blue line is filled with the most repulsive suggestions for eating a meal with Spam. Like today, Spam Primavera, or yesterday Spam Salad. It's f-ing gross to think about Spam, nevermind think of its mixed in with vegatables or pasta. Perhaps it is my own offensive bourgeoisie mentality that is being mind-raped every time I see the newest spam recipe to hit the screen. I guess the idea of bringing spam into a typically boring american middle class diet where carbs are enemies to keep close and vegatables are a necessity, offends me and most likely others.

Get it together google, I mean I know you just got one rubbed out by the washington post business section this morning, but please, no more spam recipes.