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I get a lot of spam email.

Yes, I know it’s a bit of a hackneyed contemporary cliche to get upset about this, but it still bothers me. And ok, so I have a fair idea why I would get a lot of spam, I mean there’s:
(1) the Hotmail address, from surely the most spammed email provider of all;
(2) the fact that I’m signed into MSN all day at work (hmm, there may be a pattern developing here);
(3) the fact that my email address is plastered all over this site;
(4) the fact that I have been merrily giving the address out to any old website that asked for it for the last 3 years (case in point: I have a yahoo address that I don’t really use much and certainly never give out that hasn’t had a single bit of spam since I got it).

Anyway, so I have, I suppose, been asking for it. But it’s not so much the volume of junk that really gets me, rather the (often contradictory) nature of the subject matter. I do have to wonder where some of these people got my address from.

Which web form, exactly, was it that I filled in where I mistakenly checked the boxes to indicate that I am an overweight, debt-ridden, balding gentleman who has issues with the size and performance of his, ahem, manhood? (Some kind of Philip Larkin figure, perhaps?) Furthermore, what kind of a depraved human being do they think I am that I would interested in an email such as the one that arrived in my inbox this morning with the subject heading “Sticky Horse Sex”? (Despite my curiosity I somehow managed to resist opening that one. I am at work you know).

I mean, really, who do these people think I am?

Oh, and if you’re interested, this is what started it all.