I won't bore anyone with a very late recap of the "nude" photo hack that bore the moniker "The Fappening." I will, however, publicly question the furor that arose because of it.
I do agree that the hack was a crime; at the same time, really, everyone should have realized that the only "promise" of cloud storage was that it would turn ugly in exactly the way this panned out. Stuff off of the local memory of your device, whatever that device may be, is a disaster of personal proportions just waiting to, er, fappen. Those hackers could have done everyone a favor by revealing how damned easy it is to figure out the answers to any "personal" security question when the target happens to be a celebrity, one who has given any number of interviews over the years answering exactly the kind of questions Apple thinks are oh, so unguessable.
Here, though, things just get silly:
It's a what?!?
A bit of clarification. This may not be apparent to someone who admits in her article that she is just 24 years old, but it is a sad, sad truth for me more than twice that age and, applicable for this discussion, also male. Here's the truth in a quick, throw-away phrase:
Men Masturbate to EVERYTHING.
Yes, the phrase "‘The Fappening’ with it’s clear sexual connotations, [is] making out women to be objects, rather than victims," just as you say. But let's remember that the victim aspect of this is the silly fact that these women bought Apple product and lost private content to Apple's shitty "security" protocols.
But back to my emboldened phrase above. Everything—be it animal, vegetable or mineral, be it socially acceptable or no—can become a mental object of a stimulative nature to just about any man with an urge for serious strokage.
To react with feigned horror at the thought that there are creepos in the bushes spanking it while people gather in the park and crochet is just naive at best, silly naive at worst. Personally, I would rather someone shake hands with the unemployed while the semi-nude images of The Hunger Games star dance across his computer than grip and grin to thoughts of what blood and guts damage that crossbow of hers could do in the movie itself.
I do agree that the hack was a crime; at the same time, really, everyone should have realized that the only "promise" of cloud storage was that it would turn ugly in exactly the way this panned out. Stuff off of the local memory of your device, whatever that device may be, is a disaster of personal proportions just waiting to, er, fappen. Those hackers could have done everyone a favor by revealing how damned easy it is to figure out the answers to any "personal" security question when the target happens to be a celebrity, one who has given any number of interviews over the years answering exactly the kind of questions Apple thinks are oh, so unguessable.
Here, though, things just get silly:
But what’s far worse is that I think we can safely assume that some aren’t just ‘looking’ at these private, nude photographs - they’re masturbating to them.
It’s a truly horrible thought. . . .
It's a what?!?
A bit of clarification. This may not be apparent to someone who admits in her article that she is just 24 years old, but it is a sad, sad truth for me more than twice that age and, applicable for this discussion, also male. Here's the truth in a quick, throw-away phrase:
Yes, the phrase "‘The Fappening’ with it’s clear sexual connotations, [is] making out women to be objects, rather than victims," just as you say. But let's remember that the victim aspect of this is the silly fact that these women bought Apple product and lost private content to Apple's shitty "security" protocols.
But back to my emboldened phrase above. Everything—be it animal, vegetable or mineral, be it socially acceptable or no—can become a mental object of a stimulative nature to just about any man with an urge for serious strokage.
To react with feigned horror at the thought that there are creepos in the bushes spanking it while people gather in the park and crochet is just naive at best, silly naive at worst. Personally, I would rather someone shake hands with the unemployed while the semi-nude images of The Hunger Games star dance across his computer than grip and grin to thoughts of what blood and guts damage that crossbow of hers could do in the movie itself.