Facebook, “…the single greatest possessor of customer data on the planet,” has recently lost one of its top executives to the National Security Agency (NSA). So writes Stanley Bing in Fortune magazine. (“Hey! Stop Watching Me!” by Stanley Bing, Fortune, July 2013, pg. 156) Nonetheless, the company hasn’t missed a beat and continues to accumulate personal information on 6 million users. (Ibid pg. 156.) Bing assumes he’s one of them because everywhere he goes on the internet, he gets messages asking him if he’d like to make a new friend. (I’m guessing one or two of them might work for NSA.)
I used to share Bing’s paranoia, thinking that every word I wrote on the web was “being perused, parsed, passed along for amusement or exploitation?” (Ibid p. 156). Unsure about the level of electronic prying, I even considered giving up my flannel pajamas for something lacey from Victoria’s Secrets. One never knows.
But yesterday, I lost all my paranoia. That’s when a fellow writer, via the web, chortled her new blog had just received its 42,000 hit. Yikes! It’s taken me three years to approach that number. Now that really makes this old broad feel neglected. How come nobody’s watching me?
Hey NSA, I’m out here! And I’m headed for Victoria’s Secrets.
(Courtesy of http://www.freerepublic.com)
