We should each take privacy seriously, even online, and there is a distinction between privacy and security. The latter is a choice, the former is a right. Despite that it is not feasible for most people to read the terms and conditions for the online services which they use, especially when these terms of service weigh in with multiple tens of thousands of words per document.
Private text messages aside, who really cares about data privacy, right? If your photos, contacts, calendar, email, browsing history, search history, musical tastes, files, thousands of status updates, likes, shares and physical movements are all in the cloud, who really cares?
Please read that last paragraph again and let it sink in – that is probably more data than your nearest and dearest have about you. Yet generally speaking, people don’t seem to be concerned that such volumes of data are out there and being used without our consent.
PayPal’s terms and conditions are longer than Hamlet! The vast majority of people will not have the time, or inclination, to read and decipher thousands of words in legalese to work out where their data is going. Ipso facto, this data is being shared without our consent, regardless of whether we have accepted the terms and conditions or not.
(Score: 2) by All Your Lawn Are Belong To Us on Tuesday February 26 2019, @12:03AM
To be checking T and C, or not to be checking T and C. That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous privacy violations,
Or to take arms against a sea of lawyers
And by opposing end them. To cancel - to withdraw,
No more; and by withdraw to say we end
The funny videos and occasional real news
That bait is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To cancel - to withdraw
To withdraw, perchance to be bored - ay, there's the rub:
For in that withdrawl of cancellation what TV ads may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal Internet,
Must give us pause - there's the disrespect
That makes calamity of so long disposable time.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of being bored,
Th'television's wrong, the radio's dead,
The pangs of conversational awkwardness, the solo dinner,
The insolence of pundits, and the spams
That patient email of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his free time makes
with some creative thoughts? Who would intelligence bear,
To yawn and meh under a weary life,
But that dread of something after cancelling T&C,
The undiscovered country, from whose quotes
The best Star Trek makes, puzzles the gadfly,
And makes us rather bear those ills we Facebooked
than fly to using our brains we know not of?
Thus boredom does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of PayPal
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And Tweeting of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And click the "I accept" button.
Your side by side. [poetryfoundation.org]
Ok, I'll say it first: Jesus, get a life, Lawn!!!!!
This sig for rent.