I spend a lot of time thinking about all the passwords that I’ve reset. Every time I’m asked to make one, I hit “Strong Password” out of reflex, thinking I’m doing something good, protecting my information, despite me forgetting the password immediately. Who am I protecting my password from? By all accounts, I’m the one making poor decisions with my social media. Maybe I should give the hackers a shot. Maybe they can make sense of my sordid love life.
I’m a bartender and a behavioural counselor. They’re not always exclusive.
