Idoru by William Gibson. On page 28 Laney is interviewing for a job with Slitscan, some kind mass media operation akin to People magazine or Facebook:
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, Laney, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week old boiled potato that lives by itself in the dark, in a double wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly the sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
I think he nailed it.
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