Tag Archives: Privacy

Why Don’t People Just Think?

8 Dec

It never ceases to amaze me how people don’t stop to think things through, and do something startlingly stupid in public.

Last night when I was going home on the tram, there was a woman sitting in front of me chatting on her mobile phone.  Which is fine, if not annoying.  I’m one of these people who is of the opinion that a mobile phone should only be used in public for quick chats… keep the whining about your mother-in-law, boyfriend, next-door-neighbour, or all three, to a minimum until you are somewhere private.

This woman managed to astound me with a level of stupidity that I had previously not seen in public.  In the course of her conversation she whipped out her credit card and began to read the details out to the person on the other end of the phone.  What. The. Bloody. Buggering. Hell????

Anyone within a several seat radius could easily have jotted down the details and then raised merry hell at her expense.  Especially as she gave out the security code as well!

I thought I had seen some pretty blatant disregard for personal privacy on public transport before, having been the unwilling recipient of the gory details of several people’s sex lives, but that took the proverbial cake.  Actually, it took three cakes, a large gateaux, and a strawberry covered pavlova!

This morning I am still finding it hard to comprehend how someone could be so damn stupid as to air their credit card details to the general public.

Though I am now beginning to understand why so many people fall for internet scams.  The International Stupidity Index is obviously a lot higher than I had previously realized.

A Matter of Privacy

10 Jun

I really do worry about people under the age of thirty.  They seem to have no concept of privacy.  I have frequently noticed that they have long telephone conversations in public without the faintest thought that others may be listening.  In fact, in some circumstances, like this morning, the others may have no choice.

A young woman in about her mid twenties got on the tram this morning talking loudly on her mobile phone.  This is, as I have said, a relatively frequent occurrence.  What wasn’t normal was the subject matter.  I did NOT need to hear the details of her sex life at 6am this morning.  Or at any time, for that matter.

Oh, and contrary to popular opinion, construction workers are actually delicate little flowers.  There were a number of them on the tram and they were all blushing furiously by the time the young woman reached her stop.

Apparently her boyfriend’s name is Daniel and he really loves having his dick sucked.  I was mentally singing songs to myself to try and block the words and images.  Unfortunately, the  song that I found myself mentally caroling was “My Boy Lollipop”.  This was not appropriate, but it did make me giggle.  A lot.  Actually, more than a lot.  I was nearly hysterical with laughter.

By the time she exited the tram I was ready to fall on my knees and offer prayers of thanks to any deity I could possible think of for getting her off the tram.   And I think some of the construction workers were crying with relief.

The younger people of today live their lives so publicly through social media that I think they really do not understand that some things are simply not appropriate to be shared with the world at large.  Trust me, details of your sex life are not an appropriate subject for sharing.  Not even if you’re a Kardashian.

Social media encourages us to share everything.  Those of us over thirty are probably more wary of what we share, because growing up in the 70s and 80s there wasn’t the outlet for bulk sharing of life’s trivia.  But the kids of the 90s onwards have grown up with chatting in public on mobile phones and sharing every experience via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram etc.

Give it another twenty years and social media will be fully integrated into the human body.  You’ll only have to think it and it will be shared on Facebook.

Come to think of it, that would probably be an improvement.  Because I’d have to be friends with you to learn about your sex life.  I feel another chorus of “My Boy Lollipop” coming on.

Give Benedict some “Me” time.

18 Apr

I am starting to feel very sorry for poor Benedict Cumberbatch.  Since the first episode of season 3 Sherlock ceased filming earlier this week, the poor guy hasn’t had a moment’s peace.

First his lunch with friends is basically crashed with photos of him at a restaurant in Soho being spread all over  the internet.  So far no-one has mentioned what dish he was eating, but I am expecting that information to appear any minute now.

Then he goes for a quiet night at the theatre.  Firstly he gets accosted in the bar for a photo, then can’t enjoy the play because the audience was busy watching him not the play.

This last really sucks.  The main reason is disrespect.  Firstly, it is disrespectful to Benedict Cumberbatch, who was trying to have a pleasant evening with friends, and was basically being treated like an exhibit at the zoo.  Anyone who was there, kindly tell me, what were you watching him for?  To see if he’d start scratching himself and jumping around like a chimpanzee does?  Maybe start swinging from the light fittings?

The second reason is it is disrespectful to the actors on stage.  They are giving their all to entertain, but the paying public would rather watch another audience member.  These people are professionals.  The top of their profession, and the audience basically wiped them like an oily rag.  Sorry, but anyone who spent time ogling Benedict that night should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves.

To the fans who are doing this.  You are only proving that the word “fan” is an abbreviation of the word “fanatic”.  Not nice.  Not cool.  How can you say you admire and love this man when you are hounding him?  Make no mistake, that is exactly what you are doing.

Every single person on this planet is entitled to their privacy and to be treated with respect.  There are no exceptions.

When Benedict is working, there is no problem.  He is “on duty”.  There for his fans, and it is obvious that Benedict genuinely appreciates the love and support he gets.

But when he is on his own time, leave the poor bugger alone!  How would you like to be going about your daily business with people following you around, taking photos, staring at you, pointing at you, and generally harassing the crap out of you?  Be honest, you wouldn’t like it.  So why the hell do you expect Benedict to like it?

It is a testament to just what a genuinely nice person he is that Benedict hasn’t told someone to go forth and multiply (in basic Anglo-Saxon) yet.

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