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Don’t Post Sickly!

How many times have you posted something like “Got the flu” or “Broke my leg” on Facebook or other social media site?

You don’t know? You should, because your health insurance company probably does.

Evidence that insurance companies are scanning social media sites is mounting. My Twitter friend Mark D’Cunha shared a ScienceDaily.com article about Johns Hopkins researchers who are tapping the firehose of tweets for tracking flu outbreaks. If the medical community is looking, you can bet insurance companies are taking a peek, too.

A law professor at the University of Washington is also suspicious that our individual posts are making their way into the hands of insurers. In her article on the legal punditry website Justia.com, Anita Ramasastry cites examples of social media posts being used as justification for decisions to drop members from insurance coverage. One of the more famous cases involves former IBM-er Nathalie Blanchard  who was kicked off the disability rolls of Canadian insurer Manulife. The company stated the collection of Facebook pictures Blanchard posted in which she was portrayed as having fun was not the sole factor in its decision to cease funding her depression claim. Notice how Manulife said the photographic evidence was not the sole factor. The underlying meaning: the photos are part of the factors of evidence cited by Manulife in justification of their discontinuation of Blanchard’s benefits.

People seem slow on the uptake that for-profit insurance companies will be using any (legal) means necessary to make their shareholders money. Has social media, with it’s lofty claims of “democratization,” erased our memory of the cold machinery of capitalism? Of course insurance companies would run algorithms on your public social updates. If Blue Cross hired me tomorrow, I’d tell them the same thing. Your social media updates contain the data they’d have to pay or subpoena you for in decades past; you’re giving it to them for free and without a summons to appear in court.

Ms. Ramasastry cites a report by big insurance-brokerage firm Marsh & McLennan that was released in October 2011. The report outlined how insurers could look at lifestyle choices, proof of risky behavior, and a person’s Facebook Likes to determine their risk level as an insured member. She notes that insurance fraud investigators are already using social media to uncover proof for cases against claimants. It follows that they will also use the social data to determine if a person would be a fit client.

This concept of screening potential customers isn’t new. Demographic research has driven the insurance industry for centuries. Technologically, it wouldn’t be hard to design and code an algorithm that collects the number of times you post “I’m sick” within one year’s time and contrast that to your friends’ posts or other relevant data. Details are nuanced out of data sets by comparing and contrasting different data points. This is what scientists, especially psychologists, sociologists and public health researchers are trained to do.

In a few years, not-necessarily-college-educated data journalists will have the skill and access they need to conduct the data gathering themselves. Every human resources department will have a data journalist or “growth hacker” on staff. Their code will not only run a credit check on you but a similarly-designed “health check” as well. And why not? If HR can predict with pretty good accuracy how many sick days you are going to take, they will do it. If the hiring decision comes down to you and another candidate who seems healthier and less of a party animal, I suggest you start peddling that poor profile elsewhere (and consider scrubbing it clean first).

People are under some illusion that social media posts are protected communication. It is the same illusion I encountered while working as a systems administrator; associates held beliefs, almost to the point of superstitious, that their email correspondence was protected and was not to be monitored by their employers. Just like now, that belief was not based in fact or law. Corporate email is not the US Postal Service, and neither is Facebook.

The courts in Quebec are still working out the Blanchard case, 2+ years later. In the US, it wouldn’t take as long. An American citizen, in regard to the privacy of public social media postings, doesn’t have a broken leg to stand on.

 

Photo Credit: Alicia Nidjm at Flickr
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Don’t be alarmed if you get a notification from Microsoft about a “botnet” named Bamital. Microsoft and Symantec have worked with authorities to seize spamware server grids in NJ and VA, and in an unprecedented move, will be notifying victims of the website-redirection hoax. Read more about it here:

http://arstechnica.com/security/2013/02/massive-search-fraud-botnet-siezed-by-microsoft-and-symantec/

***But remember: Be suspicious of any email that sends links. To check if the information in the email is valid, open up another browser window and type in the name of the site, e.g., paypal.com or microsoft.com, then search the site on the subject of the email. If the email is from a friend, reply to the friend first to see if it is a valid link. This is best practices and your friend should not be offended.***

 

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GoDaddy Needs To Hire Some Historians

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I dare say, we women are quite good at this computing thing!

The Internet is a buzz with the GoDaddy.com advertisement that featured very stereotypical gender and image roles for women and men. In summary: The woman was “stupid” and model-gorgeous; the male was a computer geek and patently unattractive. They kissed, noisily and grotesquely, in an attempt to demonstrate the metaphor of the design and technological hosting services of the site.

GoDaddy is known for their very sexist commercials and ad campaigns. They are going after a specific market, obviously, and I suppose they’ll say it’s working for them.

My point is this: It’s working for them now, but what about the long term? Women are offended and associate GoDaddy with exclusion of their participation, and women are capable of long memory. What will happen to GoDaddy when the feminization of the tech industry comes to pass?

What? You don’t think that most tech, especially support which is what GoDaddy offers, will be run by women? Think again. It’s primed to be taken over by women and it will be. More women than men graduate from college. More women than men have flexible schedule ability in their lives. History also tells us the tech professions will slowly but surely be taken over by women.

According to this report by Ohio University, in the United States, women made up only 2.4% of all bookkeeper/bank cashiers and 4.5% of all stenographers in 1870. By 1930, women held 51.9 % and 95.4% of those jobs, respectively.

There are many industries that have been “feminized”. Manufacturing that involved machinery, like clothing factories, were originally attended to by men. Labor like cleaning and high-level professions like medicine used to be dominated by males. Teachers, salespeople, nurses, doctors, etc., used to all be 100% males. Think in your own life. How many male secretaries do you know? How many male OB/GYNs?

Some Sociology scholars spend their careers looking at this phenomenon and the reasons for it. I won’t dive too far into their work right now. Suffice it is to say that if a career has to do with dealing customers or negotiating with people, women will find their way into that industry and dominate it.

Enter tech. A barely-presentable, mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging male neanderthal of a computer genius being relegated to the server room never to emerge is a stereotype built on a myth. Server guys have always had to deal with managers and site owners, and the ones who were gruff and had zero people skills were phased out. But still, the stereotype remains and GoDaddy is banking on the fact that “good tech” needs that neanderthal at the keyboard. What is really happening? Managers are learning that most of tech support isn’t in the tech; it’s in the technique. And with women out-graduating and out-producing men in this country (especially in “minority” populations), managers will realize that anyone can learn the tech, but not everyone is life-trained for the technique.

Tech now is about being able to code AND relate to customers. To work in tech now you have to be what I like to call a PACK animal: Personable, Adaptable, Creative and Knowledgable. You don’t need too much bursting physical strength. Sometimes you do need long-range physical stamina. But when it comes to being a (*snort, snort all you want, sexist mules*) PACK animal, women are perfectly prepared to do the “heavy-lifting” those customer-service-oriented positions entail.

In a few years, the numbers will shift permanently. They have in the past and they will again. It’s all quite predictable.

You know what won’t shift? Women’s memory. We are watching you, Go “Daddy”. We won’t forget.

And like male-and-female-run Anonymous says: Expect us.

 

References:

My minor studies in Sociology at the University of Pittsburgh

A relevant Google search, including the ohiou.edu link to the .ppt presentation: https://www.google.com/search?q=feminization+of+secretary+labor&btnG=Search&hl=en&tbo=d&rlz=1C5CHFA_enUS503US504&revid=365831375

Photo credit: Mike Licht on Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/notionscapital/5286943856/sizes/n/

Some kind of write up about British tech, a little skewed: http://mariehicks.net/writing/meritocracy.html

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More about football… over at Stabley Times.

I’ve started blogging off-purplecar-topic over at Stabley Times. My latest article:

Turn On, Tune In, Tweet Out: Life and The Superbowl On the Second Screen

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Watching tv with ipods, phones, tablets and laptops!

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Grid Iron Gal: My Journey to Football

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My Sunday View

This past American football season was the first I’ve watched as a serious fan. What’s taken me so long? I’m glad you asked.

Let’s dial back the clock a bit. I grew up with two older brothers, the younger of which was a TV tyrant. I would lose access, most times violently, to the television when any sports game was on. Baseball and football left figurative and literal scars.

Fast forward to 7th through 12th grades. I dismissed participating in sports. Cheerleading was the only activity that held my interest; we danced a lot. I loved cheering for the basketball and soccer teams. My suppressed competitive nature turned out to work quite well with screaming and cheering on sidelines.

College introduced a whole new level of fandom for me. Pittsburgh has great fans even if the teams stink. Pitt always has amazingly acrobatic cheerleaders. Basketball and football games were fun to attend with friends. The whole day centered around the game. The school spirit was palpable. I felt like I belonged to of some sort of Pitt warring clan. (Tonight we ride!)

Leaving school put my sports fandom a bit on hold, except for being dragged along to 76ers games with my husband before we were married. Let me tell you, the 76ers are no way to win over a gal. Still, it was fun to be in the stadium, scream, and people watch (no real cheerleaders, though).

 

Then marriage, kids, jobs, etc. came along. Having children warps a woman’s brain. Any bloodthirst I had left me. I couldn’t watch a college football player get hit without cringe taking ahold of my body. I would just think of that poor kid, his future, his worried mother!

Now, I know many of you men reading this think that last sentence is totally ridiculous. Here’s my attempt to explain it to you (go with me here):

 

Let’s say you happen upon rusty shell of your favorite car. You bring it home. You slowly and painfully work on restoring the car to its former glory. It takes years. It’s expensive. It’s frustrating. Most of the time you have no idea what you’re doing. Sometimes you are convinced it’ll never run. But you keep plowing away at it.

You find other guys online who are building your same car from scratch. These are your boys, simpatico, sharing stories and your love of this model car. You make a great connection with a guy named Pedro. He’s your mentor. You both are finishing up your babies at about the same time, but he’s been more cash and time strapped than you, so it’s taken him 20 years to build the most beautiful car you’ve ever seen. Pedro’s a true artist.

The day comes for your car’s first trip around the block. It’s a huge day. Pictures. Videos. Pedro texts you a “thumbs up” icon. The car’s engine purrs. She turns on a dime. The trip around the neighborhood is a success! You feel victorious! You get ‘er safely back in the garage and jump on the laptop to upload your media to share with Pedro and the guys. You click on a top post. It’s a short video, but with hundreds of distraught comments. The video is posted by Pedro. Your breath stops. You click play.

The video starts out the same way as yours. But then the camera shakes. You hear giggling. You hear something like soda or beer spilling. You realize with horror the dopey friends of Pedro’s kid have hijacked the keys. Your heart seizes. Pedro has been working his whole life on this car. He worked extra hours to be able to afford just one part at a time. You had even sent a pic of his work to a location scout you know in Hollywood who was interested in paying Pedro to use the car for an upcoming movie. You hope the video stops there. You pray those little jerks will just put the precious vehicle back in the garage. No such luck.

For the next several minutes, you see scratch after scratch mar the perfect sheen of the paint. Dents happen. You hear grinding gears. After a few minutes of this havoc, there’s a sudden, bitter crash of metal on steel and the screen goes black. You choke back tears. Poor car. Poor Pedro. He’ll never recover. He’ll never be able to fix it. The rest of his life will be tainted by this one fateful day.

 

OK. So, the feeling in your heart, there, that cringe when you realized Pedro’s heart was broken? That is the same cringe I felt, as a mother who carried 2 children INSIDE OF HER for a total of over 18 months, when I saw sports injuries happen on the football field. I simply had to stop watching football. I especially had to avoid college ball. Unlike Pedro, I did not buy parts for my children online. I did not construct them with my hands. They are literally part of my body, not just some tiny DNA parts (for which we thank you, no doubt. But don’t even try to front you did more). I know those young men on the field were someone else’s project, but being as invested as I am in my own babies, I have to feel some heartbreak at that scene. I can’t imagine the wrenching adoptive moms feel, as they have worked much, much harder to get their babies. Watching a child, just like yours, get pummeled and lie writhing in pain on the field. And think of it, those scenes happen over and over again for two 40-minute halves. It can be torturous.

While my children grew and my heart was getting a bit tougher, my husband and I still had a lot to learn about getting along as a couple and parents. The thought of sitting on the couch and watching football with him when he was supposed to be cleaning out the gutters made me want to puke.

Fast forward a few years. Both of my kids are in school or preschool now. Tender ages, but not tiny babies. My husband has made strides in his good-husbandness and now makes sure everything is squared away before football. Things are getting easier. At this point, I’m not watching the game exactly. I sit with him and knit or read in front of the TV.  He makes sure to warn me when they are replaying an injury scene so I don’t accidently see it.

Fast forward a bit more. Now we come to this season. Both kids in full time school. The kids are older, so we could travel back to Pitt for Homecoming, where we saw all the old, fun folks. It wasn’t like old times. It was better. Tailgating!

We come back home, things are normal. A few years ago, I happened to get to know a lovely couple, Sally and Martin. Sally and Martin are from the south. These are LSU folks (purple!), so make no mention of Roll Tide and everything will go smoothly. This fall, Sally, me and our other two girlfriends and their families would gather for LSU games. Fun! Again!

And then it happened: Snuggling up with Sally and friends on the couch, all biting our nails together, yelling “GEAUX TIGERS!”, I remembered it all. It was the fun of college games, all over again. I could watch football like that, with girlfriends, good food, and guys who weren’t condescending or rude when we asked a simple question. I loved it. Sally said, “I never realized you were such a football fan!” Yeah. Neither did I.

Now, if only the Eagles would make me WANT to be a football fan. I definitely chose the wrong season to stop avoiding football. Though it’s been great fun watching & texting about the games with my friend Austin, who also chose to get back into it this year. Even bad football is always better with friends. Check out his thoughts on being a first season fan.

In the next article, I’ll use my experience here and gather some intel on how you can make your wife, too, into a huge football fan like me. (Subscribing is the best way to catch my posts.)

 

How about you? Have you ever done a 180 degree turn in your behavior/beliefs that has shocked and dismayed/pleased those around you?

 

 

 

 

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