My poor brain’s gonna explode!!!

Have you ever taken the time to add up all the flippin’ passwords you’ve had to come up with, and try to remember? Can you believe how passwordcomplicated they’ve become?  There was a time all you needed was four numbers.  Any four numbers would do.

Most people I know, including me, used the last four digits of a familiar phone number or an address or a birthday.  Something easy.  Something memorable.  And once you had one set of four numbers you could use it for everything, or at least I did.

Even back then the experts warned against it, but I did it anyway.

Over the years it’s become a real pain in the ass.  Before long four numbers weren’t enough.  Passwords had to be at least six numbers.  Then you needed a combination of numbers and Continue reading

At odds with myself …

For as long as I’ve known myself I’ve been a proponent of privacy, mine and everyone else’s.  So much so, naive as this mayopposing forces sound, I believe it’s an inalienable right.  Clearly neither the press or politicians agree with me because God knows nothing seems to be sacred any more.  Nothing.

Whether you’re famous or not your life, and any secrets you may have, or mistakes you may have made are up for grabs.  Doesn’t matter if it’s a jealous co-worker or vicious ex telling tales out of school, Presidential candidates trying to smear each other into losing elections or TMZ reporters and ordinary citizens with cell phone Continue reading

To the powers that be at CNN …

Shut the f*ck up already.  Really.  Your incessant repetition of nothing is so getting on my nerves.  The endless speculation that silencegoes nowhere.  The constant questions.  The meaningless questions.  The ever-growing stream of ‘experts’ who have no answers because there are no answers.  Your relentless prying and probing and the never-ending exploitation of people’s sadness and grief.  Please.  Stop.

Enough already.  Give it a rest.

It’s bad enough when there’s a snowstorm and your poor, unfortunate, frost-bitten reporters are sent hither, thither and yon to freeze their asses off, so you can keep tabs on how high the snow drifts are.  Or when a plane goes down.

You just can’t get enough of the gory details.  Over and over and over and over again you ask what it must have been like to be a passenger on that plane as it spun out of control and it became Continue reading

Day 173. That’s Personal

I was part of a discussion on LinkedIn the other day.  Before I tell you about it, let me explain what LinkedIn is, for those who aren’t familiar with it.  Essentially it’s pryinga professional social networking website.

When you sign up, you create a ‘profile’, not unlike a Facebook timeline.  But without all the personal info and photographs.  And, like with Facebook, one of the objectives is to get as many ‘contacts’ (friends) as you can.  Because through each of your contacts, you have an opportunity to network with their contacts.

One of the features it offers is the ability to visit these profiles anonymously.  Or not, it’s up to you.  You have the choice.

So last Thursday, I think it was, I was there.  On LinkedIn.  One of my contacts posted about her annoyance with people who check out her profile without revealing their identity.  They use the ‘anonymous’ feature.  She berated LinkedIn for having it.  And said it should no longer be available.

Her point being, privacy has no place on social media.

Well, I disagree.  Pretty strongly, actually.  And added my two cents to the comments already there.  All the other Continue reading

Day 65. Hiding Anything?

Secrets.  Got any?  I’m sure you do.  I think everyone has.  Some are totally innocuous.  Like you’re not really a blonde.  Or you really don’t like your mother-in-law’s lentil soup, even though you always tell her you love it.  You’ve told your husband, but you’ve made him promise not to tell her.  It’s your little secret.

Then there are the silly ones.  Like how they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar.  The sweet ones, like when little Tommy, who was about seven years old, was caught kissing Mary Beth in the school yard, during recess.  Leanne whispered the news to Joanna, with much giggling, pointing and blushing.  Of course, Joanna then told Adam, who told Marcus.   And so on, and so on and so on and so on.  Once the cat was out of the bag, it spread like wildfire.  Secret no more.

Poor little Tommy has probably been scarred for life, and still has commitment issues.  And maybe Mary Beth loved all the attention, and grew up to be Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan.

Some are horrible, like when you catch your best friend’s husband with another woman.  Do you tell her or don’t you?  Do you tell him you know?  Do you tell anyone?  You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t.  It’s a dilemma, all right.  A terrible position to find Continue reading