Degradation.

My response at the time was the same as yours a moment ago. "What the hell are you talking about?"
But then I remembered that most people don't get an eleven day block of extra long holiday shifts with only one night off in the middle. And that if they did most people aren't stupid enough to use that one night to drive to the small town of Godforsaken, Iowa for raucous revelry and the pursuit of intoxication. Especially not if they had to drive back the next morning to get back to the lovely holiday grind.

But most people probably weren't naked in a hot tub in the middle of winter, either. And most people still think that the tradition of kissing at midnight on New Year's still means kissing one person at midnight. In other words, if you don't like my monkey feces stained typings you can always go read Most People's websites. (Hint: Or better yet, DON'T.)

I was recently asked if the cause of my disgust was that I'd put pop-up ads on my webpage. While they do sicken me, I assure you, the nothing-better-to-do public, that I had nothing to do with their arrival, have complained to my provider, and will continue to do so as long as there's bile left in my corpse!