In a lengthy article in The Atlantic about the state of modern Internet advertising, Zuckerman outed himself as the man responsible for making sure that every website is basically a digital landmine that explodes with ads for dick-expanding drugs from the moment you land on it.
Advertising is intensely pervasive, yet there was a time when it could be ignored. So what did you do, Zuckerman? You created a form of advertising that abandons the placid, mostly ignorable ubiquity of traditional advertising and replaces it with commercials that explode onto eyeballs like poorly aimed cumshots. Your grand advertising scheme was to take the thing we all already thought was annoying and ram it into our heads like a demented older brother trying to touch a sibling with a finger covered in snot.
Difference is, you can't tell mom why all the pop-ups have boobs and vaginas.
There was once a time when trying to close a single pop-up would spawn even more pop-ups. Attempting to close those would open more, and so on, until the computer became paralyzed by an onslaught of advertising. We had to hack away at pop-up after pop-up like we were traversing a jungle thick with foliage to reach a lost city. But there was no lost city at the end, just our email account, or some run-of-the-mill porn. Your creation made the simple, intuitive nature of the Internet a massive, obnoxious chore. For that, you can blow your sorries out of your ass.