I was reading this
article and remembered that I forgot to kill my Ass Facebook account. Well, you can't kill it of course but you can deactivate it. I started thinking about how wonderfully flexible they've become in terms of our privacy. Then I had a shiver-like feeling considering eternity blended with their constantly improving approach to privacy. It's like in Idiocracy where over the years it changes from Fuddruckers to Butt Fuckers.
I never stored anything horribly incriminating but this misses the point here. The very fact that you choose who your friends are so that you can choose what they get to see as opposed to what others get to see becomes a hypocritical lie cloaked in the harmless settings argument
I'm perfectly capable of changing settings and I do it right the first time. Making us change them again holds our privacy hostage if or when we log back in to explicitly say what we said in the first place: "get your hands off my junk."
I guess that's the nasty terrible part about it for me. Sure, privacy is becoming more of a luxury than an expected aspect of things - especially social networking. But changing the game on us
especially after 450 million users now need Facebook like a zombie needs crack? Priceless.
Warm regards,
The Management
