false god

Last night a friend was telling me about her recent date with a younger guy. For whatever reason, the date didn’t ‘hit’. “He works in financial tech,” she told me—a late addition to her anecdote. “Fintech! Ugh! Let him go,” I laughed. Catch and release! “It’s pretty evil stuff,” I added. She looked startled. “He told me all the information they use is publicly available—” my friend began. “Did you know your home address is publicly available?” I asked her. She balked. “Yeah,” I continued, “if you own your house and pay property taxes on it, and your name is on the deed, your home address will turn up on one of those data broker sites, like People Finder.” Or if you’re registered to vote locally, etc. “So if someone doesn’t like you, they can look up your address and send cops to your house.” My eyes narrowed. “When [actress] wrote in her memoir that she was doxxed because she’d engaged with me online, she really should’ve written she was doxxed because of the sale of her data. “But…