Target has been hacked. Neiman Marcus has been hacked. The Arts and Crafts supply chain, Michaels, has been hacked as well. Where does that leave me? Where am I in this story? Aren’t I important enough to be hacked? It seems to be the new indicator of social significance. If you have not been hacked you must not be very rich or very important, as perceived by hackers.
Am I to renew my adolescent insecurities at this stage of life just because I have been passed over and ignored by this elite group of computer experts? It is beyond insulting. And it is not for lack of trying; I have googled “Hackers’ Union” to no avail. I’ve tried “Hackers’ Annual Conferences,” only to score another failure. “Hackers’ Anonymous” revealed nothing. Should I hire a private investigator to pry into the secret society of hackers? Now that I think of it, how did the federal Government find out the whereabouts of speakeasies in the days of Prohibition? Those techniques might work now, in the 21st century.
If I were to be hacked would newspapers write about me and give my blog and book free publicity? On the other hand if I were to be hacked, would my credit card purchases be made public? Would my husband find out how much I spent at Bloomingdales last December? Would Aunt Gertrude discover that I bought her gift at a bargain basement sale and saved fourteen dollars and sixty six cents? Would she then know what I think of her by the amount I spent on her gift?
This hacking and revealing of personal information might be more troublesome than I thought. Perhaps I am better to remain unanimous and allow the professional hacking experts do their job without my interference. But if they’d like to give a favorable review to my book, “En Garde” I wouldn’t object.