THE NEW YORK TIMES DRIVES ME CRAZY--AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS READ MAUREEN DOWD ON PALIN'S CARIBOU KILL
When I click on an article, I'm asked to log in, so the Times can "manage your products"--excuse me? I'll manage my own products, thank you very much. And those are articles I'm trying to manage, by the way. This kind of language reminds me of the way waiters now ask if you have done "working" on your meal, instead of eating it....
Never mind. I'm dreading the eventual onslaught of targeted advertising that will be coming my way, based on reading "habits" that are tracked while I am logged in. God forbid I should leave a Prada ad on my screen while I check the chicken in the oven; who knows what will happen to my profile. But okay, I want to read Dowd on Caribou Stew, so I'm going to log in. But then I'm thrown into spiraling circles of hell when I try to reclaim the password I have forgotten. I can't even try to reset it, or to reopen an account--because it keeps telling me I'm already on their books.
This wasn't just a bad day; it happens frequently. Normally, I can figure another way in. But the cement in the pay wall sees to be drying.
This is not the way to win readers' hearts and minds, to say nothing of their credit cards.