The other day was my birthday. No big deal. Everyone has them. A routine day, for me, anyway. I turned on my computer and opened a Google search page. And what do I find? Instead of the ubiquitous Google logo, or an image marking some famous (or obscure) figure’s anniversary, I find myself staring at an image of some festive cakes with candles, and the message (after I’d put my cursor on one of the cup cakes): “Happy Birthday Beryl.” My initial (somewhat stupid, I admit) reaction was, what - can other people see this, too? When I realized that only I was the victim of Google’s Big Brother’s skills, I recovered slightly, but was not mollified.
And that wasn’t the only birthday “surprise.” It turns out that my contacts in Google+ circles received pop-ups “reminding” them that it was my birthday. Well, thanks, Google, I don’t remember giving you permission to do that!
I sometimes feel like deleting all my internet accounts, but I think that even then Big Brother, alias Google, will still be watching me. Safely ensconced in his grave, George Orwell must be nodding his head knowingly (and maybe laughing): “I told you so…”