Originally posted by: Charles Higgins
Yeah, well..it's none of their business which brand of undies I wear ( or whether I wear any at all for that matter). By refusing to text, I have just a miniscule bit of control in limiting the data entry portals and life-controlling actions of another group of hooligans. Read a Reacher character novel (as proof)..there's a bunch of em. *l*
It may be none of their business, but they know. I'm kind of fatalistic about it all at this point. I get emails, phone calls, gorillas ambling up to me on the street (they're always polite) and handing me flyers, etc. etc. etc. regarding SOMETHING that some bot has decided, usually correctly, that I might be interested in, and I say: "When did I ever mention possible interest in that except in casual conversation?" The answer is, of course, I didn't. So if I happen to tell my cat "I like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups," it's a certainty that I'll get pop-up ads about the new banana licorice flavored ones.
So...so sorry, you have zilch control, and any attempts at camouflage are just laughed at by the bots. That includes ostensible refusal to engage with the system at all. The moment you tell the teeny at the counter "extra pickles," the information that you're a pickle pervert is instantly broadcast worldwide. So aside, perhaps, from my hole in the ground solution...we're screwed.
I for one welcome our new robot overlords. (Saying that might get me better treatment later.)