I got into a long discussion with friends at work who were saying it’s silly to worry about protecting my SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER and getting upset at companies for leaking it because “if it’s gonna get out it’s gonna.” Like…WHAT. How goddamn okay are you people with fighting to prove you’re you and not the person who stole your identity? The fuck. For real.
Its cope. Like a weird inversion of the narcissists prayer, excusing their victimizer, because fighting back doesn’t feel real, and they need to feel okay. An urge I think is cultural, because our whole thing is exploitation and grinding horror.
I got into a long discussion with friends at work who were saying it’s silly to worry about protecting my SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER and getting upset at companies for leaking it because “if it’s gonna get out it’s gonna.” Like…WHAT. How goddamn okay are you people with fighting to prove you’re you and not the person who stole your identity? The fuck. For real.
They had a choice: stop being stupid, or keep being stupid, but also be an insecure bitch about it.
The second one is easier.
Its cope. Like a weird inversion of the narcissists prayer, excusing their victimizer, because fighting back doesn’t feel real, and they need to feel okay. An urge I think is cultural, because our whole thing is exploitation and grinding horror.
It is, in part; a failure of imagination.