It’s a fight worthy of any playground audience and the battle has been raging for almost twenty years.
Companies that amass and sell personal information do so without compunction and insist, with a straight face, that they have every right to do so. Like rabid weasels, they ferociously guard what they consider to be their turf. Weasel teeth bare in fully-foamed mouths, growls rise in weasel throats, and scruffy weasel hair raises in response to so much as a hint of government regulation.
These weasels remind me—figuratively and literally—of a poodle my grandma had late in her life that would fiercely react to any attempt to remove him from behind the toilet when he misbehaved. Grandma would use a broom and that poodle would make quick work of it, redefining in my mind the whole concept of “hellhound.”
On the other side are the weaseled. You and me. Most of us (according to Georgia Tech’s annual surveys) want “complete control” over our personal data.
Every time we manage to corner the weasel behind the toilet, we draw back a gnawed nub of a broom handle.