Based on the content of the emails, people will see ads that Google thinks will most appeal to them.
This went horribly wrong for me yesterday.
We had been discussing how Gwynyth wants an American Girl doll for her birthday and how there is a sale coming up on the 5th for her preferred clothing line.
I noticed the ads start appearing for boutique baby clothes and knew something had gone wrong. In this exchange, you can see my lovely spouse and I try to correct this demographic error:
Garrick-
Oh, hey. We have to stop this conversation.
My gmail ads are for boutique children's clothing and collectible dolls.
So . . . Monster trucks RULE!
We should totally go sport fishing!
I need buffalo wings!
Shana-
Okay, I am trying to pull stuff to auction quickly. Gwynyth's swim practice is off today so I'll have time to work on it.
Garrick-
Awesome.
Since Google still thinks I'm a woman, I think I'll spend the evening watching professional wrestling and working on my taxidermy skills.
Shana-
I'm sorry. I am working as hard as I can to fix this problem. If you have another solution, please let me know.
Man. BBQ. Hunger buster. Baseball. Football. Bass Outdoors.Fishing. Hunting. Spitting.
Garrick-
It is like Google knows we have five cats!
NFL. Hooters. Basketball. Pee standing up.
Shana-
Is this helping at all?
The Man Show.
Garrick-
Not yet.
Jock itch. Collectible jersey. Pleated slacks. Hooters. Lawnmower. Ammunition.
Garrick-
Sweet! ESPN ads!
Shana-
You've used Hooters twice. I am sorry for ruining your online cred.
Burp. Grilling. Steaks.
Garrick-
Yeah. Now Google thinks I need weight loss products. :(
Garrick-
Sit ups. Viagra. OMG.
Shana-
I ignore them. I never notice that stuff.
ADD. OCD. Anxiety.
HA.
Garrick-
Look how bad we confused Google:
http://flameka.com/default.aspx
That's right, dear readers.
They make flame job kits for kitchen appliances. And Google thinks I need one.
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