Those of us who have ever used dating sites will not be shocked to learn of another story centred around fake profiles breaking in the world of online dating - today it's Tinder under the uncomfortable spotlight. It seems Tinder (owned by InterActiveCorp who also own Match.com and OKCupid) have been hit by the bots
I have a true love hate relationship with Facebook. I certainly don't put my private details up there, and I'm very selective with what pictures I share. But yesterday's turn of events really got me thinking, and I found myself asking the same old questions - why do we feel the need to share stuff on there? Why do we do it so publicly?
I'm a member of divisive Facebook Group Women Who Eat On Tubes. I joined because I didn't like what I saw. If you've read enough on the subject, or need to alphabetise your dried herbs, you're excused.
The NSA's 'Prism' surveillance program allegedly allows it to monitor emails, internet 'chatter' on Skype, AOL, YouTube, FaceBook and Twitter and collect data directly from these servers and other technology companies. The incredulity that America has the ability to monitor what goes on in Cyberspace reveals a basic misunderstanding that online activity can ever be private.
The real fear comes from being judged. I'm a selective misanthrope and I do my selecting by watching your social media output. Some of you come across incredibly well but I think some of you are oblivious twats. I hate you. I'd never delete you though - you're my entertainment, my soap opera, my catharsis.
The basic questions surrounding the privatisation of the postal service are the same as those surrounding the privatisation of any essential public service. Can a private enterprise whose primary goal is to draw profit be expected to offer the same level of service as a public service whose only goal is to provide that service even if it is a detriment to their bottom line?
We've made a new sport of catching people out, posting and tagging photos of them in situations that were private, and not meant for mass-consumption: flesh spilling over a swimsuit, a chocolate-smeared mouth or cocktail-fueled moment. Then we spend hours trolling Facebook with an open window onto other's private moments.