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“Samsung has confirmed that its “smart TV” sets are listening to customers’ every word, and the company is warning customers not to speak about personal information while near the TV sets.” Link here

Sigh. Privacy matters! How in the world do you go about impressing that upon people who have grown up with reality TV, you tube,  and a desire to actually be seen? How do you teach them that dignity matters, that boundaries and individual liberty have real value in a society?

Myself, I have a powerful aversion to cameras and I cannot stand to be spied on. I do not like being video taped or recorded. I feel rather violated. I’ve pushed the issue a few times, as in “this call may be monitored or recorded to insure quality control” and I’ve simply refused to talk to people. I don’t think so.

As to video taping and security cameras, I dislike those too. I’ve had a couple of odd experiences that made me feel as if a boundary had been broken, as if basic human dignity had been trampled on. “We’ve reviewed the security tapes and it wasn’t you,” should fill one with relief, but it just makes me feel as if I were a crime suspect deprived of a trial and unable to launch a defense because I didn’t even know the investigation was going on.

There’s just something really creepy about someone watching you go about in your bunny slippers buying bread and milk, completely unaware anyone is watching. That is the world we are living in today, but I don’t have to like it.

Listening in on us while we are in our living rooms however, that takes things to a whole new level. Or our bedrooms or anywhere we may be in our own homes. There’s this thing called human dignity, privacy, respect for personal boundaries, and it’s not just that our technology is now breaching the line, it is that our own hearts no longer seem too concerned about it. It is as if people cannot understand the potential abuse, how anything you say can and will be used against you by someone, somewhere, and that your ability to defend yourself no longer comes into play once the cat is out of the bag.

My husband, my own family, don’t really share my concerns. They’re more along the lines of, “if our TV wants to hear what we’re doing and thinking, let’s really give them something to talk about,” an idea that amuses me, but does nothing to ease my fears.