Does Facebook think you're a slut?

I've been watching the BBC mini-series "Sherlock Holmes" on Netflix and for those of you who have not seen it (you should), it isn't set in Olde English Tymes, but in modern London. They have real iPhones and everything! So it got me thinking about my "personalized" ads on Facebook and, just go with me on this, if I was murdered and all that was left was a screen shot of my Facebook ads, could Sherlock deduce what type of person I was and find my murderer (dun dun dun)?

...a slightly morbid and strange thought I admit, but have you read the rest of my blog?

I asked my tech savvy friend how Facebook ads worked and she told me that they will use your picture on third party sites and other information so that the ads are more tailored to you and your friends. Thanks, Facebook for doing me that favor even though I didn't ask and don't want it. Your profile pic could be the face of gettestedforherpesnow.org and you'd never know it.

Looking at my own Facebook ads in a Sherlockian way, I can deduce that:
-I either drink/do drugs too much or have friends that drink/do drugs way too much,  have a shitty job ("Become an addiction counselor!", "Be a pre-birth tech in SC")
-I have good taste in TV and movies ("Princess Bride shirts!", "Watch 'Angry Boys' on HBO this Sunday", "30 Rock tonight on the CW at 10:00!")
-I like tasty gummy snacks ("Welch's Fruit Snacks!")
-I lean to the left politically ("Pass the jobs bill!")
-I shop...a lot (ModCloth, Target, Juicy Couture Push-up Bras, Victorias Secret...the list goes embarrassingly on. Wait. Does Facebook think I have small boobs?).

Gmail chose to judge me in other ways. It thinks I'm really fucking poor ("Stop Payday Loans Now!", "Nonprofit Debt Counseling". There are so many of these. Facebook and gmail are holding an intervention via ads to make me confront my shopaholic habits) but knows that I want to travel ("Cheap Flights to Israel!", "Club Med 50% off!").

I am taking a stand to not let third party advertisers backhandedly judge me anymore. Come at me, Bro! I know the secret to keeping my info private now. I urge everyone to say no to the big whigs at corporations who try to subliminally make you think you need a cake ball maker or whatever. Just one click. Say no to advertisers. Fight for your rights. Be strong. Semper Fidelis. Carpe Diem. I seem to have lost my train of thought.

...or you could probably just ignore the ads and be ok.