Waiting for the Google Buzz Privacy Outcry
It will only be a matter of time now before my mother calls me to ask why I keep emailing her to tell her all about my late night bowel movements/software releases. ”I’m not emailing you, mom! Google decided it was a good thing to crap everything I say into your email inbox so that you won’t miss out on the exciting world of social media.”
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I feel they are trying to force feed me the worst parts of social media - ie, the most popular stuff - via an interface that I’ve been trained means HIGH PRIORITY ALWAYS ON RESPOND NOW.
I pity the inbox zero people the most.
Reblogged for my mom: Hi, Mom! Here’s what’s going on! I’ll come by tonight and make sure it’s not flooding you.
Also, as a semi-consistent inbox zero person with a deeply unhealthy relationship to my unread(#) counts, I have officially disabled that shit.
