I've never had any illusions about privacy on the Internet. People who have Facebook accounts and scream about privacy violations are like vegetarians in a steakhouse complaining about the menu.
My approach to the Internet and its requests for information about me has been consistent all along: Every form, survey, or sign-up I've ever encountered, I've filled with absolute bullshit.
To gain access to more pages online of The Washington Post, I was asked for an email address and to provide some personal info. I entered a disposable Yahoo! email address, then proceeded to list myself as an 80 year old woman who lives in New York who was a professional Frisbee champ earning $500,000 per year.
And my approach to my Facebook account has been no different. If someone else is going to own what I post, then its incumbent on me to give them utter shit -- utterly worthless, useless, valueless shit.
Here's what Mark Zuckerberg owns from me:
Activities:I would encourage everyone who has a Facebook account to take a second to understand just what they're handing over to Herr Zuckerberg for free from which he's deriving endless riches. Then I'd encourage these same people to change their Facebook settings/info to unmarketable gibberish.
responding to online advertising
Australian buffalo wrestling
people who wear wooden barrels
glue made from wasp honey
Shinhali tribal polkas
All of the pre-motion picture hand-drawn films by Edgar Wallace Hammond
The Quotidian by Shirley Mansfield
16 Uses for Frozen Dead Squirrels by Crome "Mountainman" Woodbine
My Life: The Autobiography of an Aborted Fetus by Gwen Light
satellite dish painter
heavy, heavy gambler
insatiable reader of online advertising
If someone enjoys enriching Zuck, I wouldn't want to hinder that fun.
But for anyone who's even a little bothered by Zuck's attitude toward their privacy, I say -- fuck with him.