Every time I click on a forbes.com link, I have the same mindset. ”Maybe THIS is the time where forbes.com got their heads out of their asses and quit this whole slideshow bullshit.” Every. Single. Time.
And, likewise, every single time I click on the link and see that absolutely nothing has changed, I feel like a jackass. It’s like they’re laughing at me. ”AHAHAHAH…look who came back. The retard who thinks that we, FORBES, will change our ways to make our site more navigable and readable. What a fool.”
If it weren’t forbes.com and say, icanhazcheezburger.com or whatever, it wouldn’t be an issue because they’re not pretentious rich assholes. But forbes.com? Oh, they’re pretentious rich assholes. They’re going to make us click each and every one of those slides if we truly want that information, and God forbid that you want to go back and see a previous one…hope you remembered which slide it was.
And the whole time you get this sense that they’re not changing it for no other reason than to be known as those assholes that make internet navigating as difficult as possible. Nevermind that the site itself loads slower than shit or that you often have to resize the page just so you can find the ‘next’ button, the simple fact that their core method for delivering information is a fucking SLIDESHOW is the biggest problem.
There’s an adage that goes something like “a politician is someone who, upon seeing light at the end of the tunnel orders more tunnel,” and you can’t help but apply that quote to this awful, bullshit site for a shitty money magazine that’s probably written, published, read and marketed solely to rich, white assholes who fear change like it’s the fucking apocalypse.
Then again, it could just be a brilliant strategy that keeps people from actually reading the content…if the only emotion you feel after visiting forbes.com is pure, unadulterated rage, you probably won’t notice that the only difference between forbes.com and Bleacher Report is a quick run of spell check.
So, to summarize…fuck you forbes.com and the horse you rode in on.