WWE’s late-stage capitalist hellscape is just a sign of the times

As I sat down to enjoy WWE Money in the Bank Presented by Cash App®, excitedly awaiting to see who was going to scale the Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey™ Ladder and maybe come crashing through the Snap Into a Slim Jim™ Folding Table, I decanted my Wheatley American Vodka®, glanced over at my package of emergency-use Dude Wipes® and couldn’t help but think WWE has changed over the past year or two; I just couldn’t quite put my finger on how. I bit into a Snickers®, because You’re Not You When You’re Hungry™, cracked open a Prime® and then it hit me: anybody else notice there are a lot of ads on WWE television these days?