I'm in Chicago, waiting to board my flight. The "depultures"* are circling, and the gate attendant is about to begin to "pre-board"(?) travelers deemed worthy to enter the aircraft before everyone else.
I thought I had reached my limit when I saw (and ignored) ads in my Facebook feed promoting "sexy eyebrows." But then I read this: a headline for an article promising insight into what my belly button said about me. That may have actually pushed me to the edge.