I call these arbitrash. I hate them with a passion, partly because I understand (deep down) why they continue to exist: they sometimes work on me, in the sense

I call these arbitrash. I hate them with a passion, partly because I understand (deep down) why they continue to exist: they sometimes work on me, in the sense that they arouse the basest form of curiosity and I get the impulse of clicking on them. I like myself a little less for it, even though I never actually do it.