Doom loops and the infinite scroll mean that mandatory fees will never work.
I believe it's in Cannery Row where the group of vagrants and hobos go to the local bar every night and get a slop bucket of all the puddles of liquor left in glasses from the previous night. Steinbeck describes it as an interesting mix and they'd always get a slightly different flavor depending on what the crowd ordered that night. But at the end of the day, it's not a cocktail anyone would order.
It's fun to be an internet hobo drinking twitter's slop bucket, but if I'm going to spend money, I'm buying the cocktail I want.