Begrudge your favorite free service finding a way to make money or, in the alternative, be pissed off when that service is gone because they couldn’t find a way to make money.
Or wish they offered an opt-out of the ads version for a fee.
I’m not against tumblr making money. I think forcing me to look at an ad disguised as a regular post is pretty slimy and intrusive. Also, on the mobile app? C’mon, son.
Imagine you get free pizza. All the ingredients for the pizza are provided by your chosen group of friends. Some mozzarella from Shane, some parmesan from Leah, tomatoes for the sauce from Michelle, spices from TJ, onions from Tracey, pepperoni from Bruce, flour from Ron, yeast from Bridget, and so on.
These free pizzas made by your friends come in a box provided by a company. In exchange for giving you a cardboard box to hold your friend-made pizza, they plaster the exterior of the box with advertising.
Fine. That’s not bad, you think. It’s a worthy exchange. You get the pizza every day because it’s yummy and the box is just a box.
Then the company starts putting advertising inside the box.
OK. Whatever. So you have to put up with it even when you open the box. It’s annoying, but it’s a free box. It would be harder to get your friends’ pizza without the company’s box, so you live with the annoyance.
Then the company starts replacing a slice of every one of your friend-made pizzas with things from the company’s advertisers.
One pizza has a triangle of sheet metal. The next one has a piece of hardwood flooring. The next one has a puddle of motor oil in place of a slice. then tire-tread, shampoo, a third of a CD, a splash of gasoline, and a lump of raw beef liver from the local grocery store.
You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. And hey, you get the pizza box for free. How could you complain?
Dump A Shitload Of Extra Cheese On An Uno’s Pizza Every Day
“My diet says I can have one slice…”
The only thing better than pizza is
After the innards were eaten out of half of an Uno’s deep-dish pizza, I filled the shells with chicken-spinach-feta and pork-broccoli-rabe sausages swimming in chili pepper tomato sauce and covered each one with a slice of pepper jack cheese, then baked to melty goodness.
Re-Pizza Every Day
I’ve had a lot of pizzas with a lot of different toppings, but this was a new one for me.
(We told them about it and received a free pizza and apology for our “inconvenience.” Really, I thought it was funny. Then again, I was eating the pepperoni pizza not the cheese-and-ink-pen.)
Ball Point Pizza Every Day
Apparently, at one point, Al Capone came to control the manufacture of “pizza cheese” out of Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, and the mob pressured slice joints into using it. The old coal-oven places like Lombardi’s, Totonno’s, and John’s of Bleecker were given exemptions and allowed to keep using locally made fresh mozz — as long as they didn’t sell it by the slice.