I personally like the roulette every time I make a risky click. Am I going to get some horrific medical gore that doctors use to desensitize themselves, or am I going to get cock and ball torture, maybe it’s a sports illustrated calendar girl, or bread nailed to a tree. Who knows? It’s the internet. A terrible place where you can’t trust someone didn’t intentionally mislabel something just to trick you into watching Rick Astley busting some sick dance moves to a catchy song.
I suppose they could make differentiating nsfw types an optional thing though.
Oh I’m sure it’s a priority, just not in the way he means.