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I honestly don’t know. True or not, though, it’s an interesting idea!

Yeah. What the hell were the plaintiffs supposed to do? How do you get proof of something like this? Break into an exec’s office? Hack an auto manufacturer’s network?

Oh, wait a sec. Evidence that’s acquired illegally generally isn’t admissible. So even those ridiculous plans wouldn’t work. I guess the best we can do is wait until the harm is done, and then hope there’s a sloppy enough paper trail to unequivocally prove exactly who did it.

Apparently, that’s MUCH better than using some common sense.

An auto manufacturer, who has no business snooping on your texts in the first place, should not have permission to keep copies of them. Ever. It’s an absurdly obvious question. The plaintiffs shouldn’t have to prove they’ve been harmed. The auto manufacturers should have to prove that their intentions benefit all customers, AND that those benefits outweigh the risks.

And no, advertising that’s specifically targeted at my perceived needs and interests doesn’t count as a “benefit”. Sorry not sorry.

I’m going to assume this judge hasn’t been unduly influenced.

This looks like a classic case of following the letter of the law, while ignoring the spirit of the law. The law seems like it’s intended to punish harmful violations of privacy. No reasonable person can conclude that the sale of tens (or hundreds) of thousands of people’s private data is entirely harmless, but that’s what this judge did.

US courts often take “reasonable” assumptions into account when making judgments or issuing sentences. Just because the plaintiffs couldn’t actually prove specific damage is no reason to assume it didn’t/won’t happen.

I have no idea who those two guys in the background are, but I feel sorry for them anyway just because they’re there.

Lmao it is now my goal to use the phrase “language salty enough to cure pork”.

The Founder Pounder series could be interesting. With horny shape shifters, the depravity is limited only by your imagination!

Interesting (and disturbing) contrast. I haven’t done any programming, so I appreciate the perspective!

Thank you! I was starting to wonder if I simply expressed myself poorly, but you explained what I was trying to ask about. Now I get it!

Did you mean to reply to me? You’re kind of asking what I’m asking. I wouldn’t imagine there’s a “first dose” if the website is shitty and annoying to use. Instead of dopamine, wouldn’t there be bad memories and unpleasant associations?

I don’t have an account on any of their stuff, but even I recognize that this is a nice burn.

Okay, I have no problem admitting I’m naïve on the subject. If I guessed wrong, though, what is addiction about? It’s hard for me to imagine getting addicted to something you aren’t likely to use and don’t like.

Sure, I can see people changing their mind about something once they’re already addicted, but that’s not the same thing.

I’m the last person who would leap to Meta’s defense, but I gotta ask: how, exactly, does one draw the line between a service being addictive and one that’s just well designed and pleasant to use?

I wouldn’t want this lawsuit to discourage quality web design.

A friend of mine somehow said “rad” in a way that was ironic, gently mocking, and sincerely complimentary at the same time. It was perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone else who manages to say any word in quite that way.

I have. Sometimes, if I’m forced to attend an event at the house of someone I don’t like, I’ll wash my hands with it out of spite.

My hatred of throw pillows is so extreme that it borders on psychotic.

“They don’t serve any purpose besides getting in your way! What if you want to sit on the couch, but there’s already someone else on it? You can’t just put the throw pillow in their lap. You can’t toss it on the floor, either. That’s rude. I HATE THEM SO MUCH.” 🔪 🪶🪶🪶

The “Bored!” panel alone made me laugh!

Good. I hope people and organizations keep leaving.

I’m bewildered, too. The only thing keeping me from flying into a confused, indignant rage is the thought that a lab is kind of like a kitchen.

While my tastes are different, yours is an opinion I can respect, because you recognize Mulgrew’s awesomeness.