Private moments

I am sure I don’t really need to tell anybody this, but humans are just plain silly.

It always amuses me how celebrity is the number one focus of most of humanity, and we generate all sorts of excuses why it is not only ok, but actually required to know every little dirty secret of someone simply because they have been designated a public figure. Meanwhile we all bitch and moan that say … Google wants to collect some information … none of it truly private … that might actually make our internet experience not only more efficient but less annoying at times.

For instance I really have no interest in exploring my options with mesh implants. Nor do I have any strong need to be joining Christian Mingles being raised Jewish and all. But I have some good news for you paranoid folk out there that are sure all websites want to know everything about you so they no doubt can send their minions to open your tooth paste tube and leave it open, or maybe rearrange your furniture. The intent may be there to be able to know your sock size and what color your children’s eyes will be based on the YouTube video that you just watched, but fortunately the accuracy of the technology is still a bit wanting.

I have direct proof of this. With the wonderful new collection of adds that some Facebook app or other kindly offers us comes an equally wonderful option to mute said ad. After being inundated with yet another example of something I could not conceivably desire in even this warped world of ours, I decided to push the mute button and see what happens. What it did was bring me to the Google Ads Preference Manager. There it listed completely editable options on what it perceives our demographics and preferences are. We can opt out totally, or add or delete items as we wish.

Since I did not even know this page existed, obviously the electronic snitches working for google have been spying on me to create quite a profile. This is what Google had determined for me: I am a twenty something girl who likes shopping (especially for clothes and tea sets), is a sports fanatic, and is fascinated by social sites, specifically those related to dating.

I ask you, does this look like a twenty something girl who likes shopping for clothes?

I react to any kind of shopping the way many react to spiders and snakes. And while I do enjoy sports to a degree, I have often expressed, here and in other blogs, how I think sports fanaticism is actually one of the things that makes humans silly. As for social sites, they fascinate me in the way that humans are fascinated by car accidents when we drive by. They also can be slightly useful in the sense that I might occasionally grow my extremely non-large fan base by a person every few months. Dating sites? Look at the picture again.

I think it is safe to say that we really don’t need to be concerned about our privacy all that much yet.