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amynchan · 7 years

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On the pain of breakups

NOTE: I am NOT going through a breakup right now. These are just my thoughts, memories, an experience of mine, and advice.

As I sit here in front of my computer and type, I can't help but think about the past. We all do sometimes. I mean, if we didn't, we wouldn't have so many High School AUs, stories of young children finding their way in the world in the most heroic of fashions, and true love being found at a young age. We all have stories of what we wish could have happened int he past or what we wish youth were like, or even how we ourselves remember our youths. But today, I'm remembering something that broke my heart and messed me up for quite a long while: my first breakup.

The beginning of my relationship was in and of itself terribly confusing. My best friend and I for the better part of five years had been pushed together romatically. Everyone knew he had those feelings for me, and I only knew because everyone told me so. Except perhaps him. He tried telling me in gifts and over affections, but I associated that with friendship and him being a teddy bear in general because it wasn't like he never hugged anybody else in the world. He was my friend and I was okay with that, but everyone else swore up and down the wall that he was head over heels in love wih me. Not knowing much about the subject, I simply went along with it.

My best friend knew that it was my parent's rule that I not date until I was sixteen. It was a good enough excuse for me to hide behind. I had never really wanted a boyfriend. Attention? Yes, but so does everyone. Everyone wants to feel special and loved, but I wanted that and to be left alone as well. My best friend knew this very well and didn't ask me to date him. Instead, he dated a couple other people, one of them being my other best friend. I was happy for him because I thought he wanted to be with her, but everyone around me whispered how both me and her had blonde hair and blue eyes and how he must have had a type, substituting the one he couldn't have for the one he could. They broke up not long after that. I honestly can't remembr the details of it very well but I'm 98% sure it had something to do with me and the fact that I didn't really know what social instances to keep my very large trapper shut (I told my best friends everything back then. I didn't know what not to say, so sometimes I said things that were truly horrid that I didn't realize the implications of until later, after they'd happened).

I do remember that on my sixteenth birthady, my teddy bear of a best friend--tall, lanky, curly brown hair, and twinkling brown eyes--ran to me with the biggest smile on his face, a dozen red roses in his hand, and a trail of balloons behind him. Well, it wasn't my birthday yet, but it was the Friday beforehand and he just had to make a huge excitement about it in front of the school. I was embarassed, but I do look back on that memory and smile. The roses and balloons were nice, but the one thing I'll never forget was just how pleased he looked with himself. How happy he was that he'd managed to get all that for me because I'd mentioned that I liked roses. Truthfully, I'd never given the matter any thought until my mom had asked about it the week previous. I had just said what came to mind. But he had been there, he had heard my silly little off-the-top-of-my-head answer, and he had actually gone out and gotten a dozen roses. He looked. So. Proud. And that look was just one of the cutest things I think I've ever seen in my life and that will probably be my best memory of him.

My birthday party took place on my actual birthday and he came to that as well. I can't remember what he got me, but I do remember that he went outside with me to see some family members off and when we were alone, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Everyone had been talking about it happening eventually and my excuse was gone. I wasn't directly opposed, but I felt very nervous at the prospect. Maybe because everyone had been talking about it for so long? I don't know. In any event, I did agree.

I look back now and realize nothing should have changed with our dynamic. But it did. Because I was nervous. How did one even girlfriend? Was I supposed to suddenly want him around all the time? Was I a bad girlfriend if I didn't? Was I supposed to hold his hand? Was I supposed to let him come up from behind and hug me randomly, even if it scared the living daylights out of me? Was I supposed to... Was I supposed to make out with him? I could barely handle kissing! I couldn't even do kissing right! Yeah, it was a new thing, but after a while, it was a face squishy thing that never really did much, except make me wonder why he got so flustered. Wasn't I supposed to get flustered too? Was I doing it wrong? Was I girlfriending wrong again!?

I spent about a month like this. I grew into a habit of the weird kissing whenever I was feeling competative, because it became a game. See how many I could give, see how many I could dodge, watch his face turn colors, smile and laugh. It was a competative little game with only pecks becuse I literally didn't see the point of doing more.

And then came about a few days before Halloween, I think? We had been watching the Mummy (a long standing favorite of mine) in his room and we had ended up laying down on the bed. I'd started sitting up and as close to the TV as I could manage because I didn't want to lay down. I didn't want to do anything. He promised we wouldn't and patted the space behind him. I fidgeted the entire movie and ended up next to him about by the end of the movie. We didn't do anything, but I hated myself for it all the same. And when my mom was on her way to pick me up, he turned to me and asked "So do you wanna go make out on the front porch?"

And I. Was. Terrified. (We'd never done that and I'd never thought of doing that and the entire notion of it scared the heck out of me.)

I don't think I could have shaken my head faster. I went into the family room and sat down and stayed there until my mom came to get me. When she did, I made a bee line for the car and told everyone I was just really tired. Everyone seemed to accept that and we all parted ways for the night.

Then came Halloween. At the time, my church had a huge celebration, a bash, if you will. There was trunk-or-treating, actual cows there, and a hay maze. There was face painting, but the one thing I do remember was winning goldfish. My now-boyfriend tried to win one for me, but missed. I went up to the plate and literally didn't stop until I'd gotten myself a little silver goldfish which I proceeded to named Silver (RIP Silver). For me, it was a good night. I had a lot of fun. Looking back on it, I'm not quite so sure that he did. My family and I drove him home. He sat in the back seat with my siblings and I sat up front to talk with my mother. When we got to his house, I rolled down the window to bid him good night, but he just kind of walked by.

After that, things sort of fell apart. We didn't talk, and whenever he did try to talk to me, it was very short and crisp. I thought he was being cold and mean. My mom ended up explaining to me that he wasn't. He had depression and had been off his medication. She explained this to me several times and I still couldn't remember. I'm shocked I remember that detail now, but it makes sense when I look back and piece it all together. This was also the first winter I remember starting to withdraw from the outside world seasonally. I'm sure I did it before then, but no one came to the house in order for it to stick out to me. My boyfriend would come over to spend time with me, but I'd run straight to my room and crash for hours at a time and not wake up until he had to leave.

As you can see, I was very obviously a shitty girlfriend.

I came to that conclusion as well when my mom asked me what was going on. I was used to her poking and prodding and general snooping into my life, but when she kind of talked to me about how I was shutting everyone out, especially him, I realized that there wasn't a whole lot I wanted to talk about with anyone. Even him. If I stayed with him, it would be me doing my own thing and being oblivious to him unless he specifically said he needed me or I somehow miraculously read into social cues that said I needed to do something (Note: I am still very horrible at those).

So I did what I thought was best and I broke up with him. I attempted to tell him that it wasn't him and that I was not being a good girlfriend and he could do better.

And I didn't even break up with him right! We were going to church at *my* church on *my* side of town! Obviously, after we broke up, he didn't feel comfortable there and had his mom pick him up. I felt like an idiot for putting him in that position once I'd realized what I'd done, but the damage was complete.

Now, I said that the breakup broke my heart, and it did, but what really makes this memorable was the absolute BACKLASH that followed.

I mentioned how one of my favorite memories was of him and his proud and excited face on my sixteenth birthday. That was to illustrate just how much this guy wears his heart on his sleeve. He bares his emotions to the world a lot of the time, so the world knew when he was excited and when he was hurting. He unfriended me on Facebook (which we had both recently just gotten into) and blocked me. He made an entire status about how I had no business breaking his heart like that after everything he had given me once he was certain I couldn't see it. He didn't unfriend my brother, who saw it and showed me the post. I was devastated by how I'd hurt him, but I thought that the break up was necessary because of how horrible I'd been to him.

Then his mom got involved. Well, stepmom, but that's not really important? Well, sort of important. The bond between a really good step parent and their step child is a really tight thing. It means that she's taken this kid under her wing and she's really ready to go ballistic on whoever breaks his heart. And she did. She swore me up and down in a facebook message that I never told him about. She made sure that I knew just how much of a little piece of s*** I was for breaking the heart of someone so kind and amazing and how she hoped I would rot in the deepest pits of hell for it. (EDIT!! This is how it felt. I went back and found the message and what she did was ask me if I was a lesbian because I’d just ‘wasted’ so many years of her son’s time. It felt like she was telling me to go to hell, but now that I’m looking at it with a clearer mind, but remembering the anger behind the statement... I dunno. 0.o It doesn’t feel so much like “GO TO HELL YOU ROTTON B****” anymore.)

Then he had one of our mutual friends (’nother Edit, this was also his stepmom. FB keeps a nice little record of these things. XD) ask for the birthday present back, which had been an heirloom from his grandmother. I understood and brought it to school as soon as I could. I walked up to him, hoping that he would at least look at me and let me say how sorry I felt that he was hurting, but that it really was for the better.

He kept his head turned away and held out his hand. I deposited the trinket, waited for a few moments, and then left. I knew I wasn't wanted. I had hoped that he would come and find me if he ever wanted to talk, but he never did.

There was a lot of riff raff rabble that surrounded the break up. His ex (my ex other best friend) told me I was a horrible human being. My family tried to comfort me. The rest of our friends divided, taking sides because of the drama that had started up. I broke up with him and he hated me for it and that was that.

To be honest, I can't remember who tried to help me after that breakup, but I remember that most of the messages were things that I didn't want to hear. They wanted me to hate him. They wanted to hate him on my behalf. They wanted me to be angry at him enough to propel myself forward in life. But I never wanted that. I knew that deep down he was a good person who just wasn't good for me. And I know I'm a good person and I really just wasn't good for him. He enhanced my forgetful side that sort of goes along with the flow in a way I didn't like. I made him work for affection that he really shouldn't have to work for in a true, open, and loving relationship.

But hey, we were sixteen. It was a low chance that it was all gonna work out in flowers and roses anyways.

Point is, that's what I remember when my friends tell me they're going through breakups. I remember the drama and the hurt and the angst of the first. I remember people I didn't even know coming to attack me on the behalf of my now ex-boyfriend. I remember restraining family and friends alike from going after him in retaliation for what his side had done to me. I remember just trying not to have a war on my hands and hoping that people would let him be and eventually let me be as well. I remember hurting and adding even more hurt to that hurt because people wanted to keep hurting each other over my hurt. I remember wanting comfort and others demanding action.

So if you're my friend and I see you hurting because of a breakup and you don't want drama, come talk to me. We'll talk about stuipd shit. Favorite colors, green grass, brown grass, what the sky looks like right now. We'll talk about OTPs and favorite fight sequences and favorite ice cream flavors. We'll talk about butterflies and ladybugs and kitty cats and puppy dogs. I can tell you why I own a whiteboard. We can have a Skype call and play charades or twenty questions. Even if you're a dude, we can play a makeup challenge and I guarentee you'll be better at it than I am because I haven't done makeup a day in my life. X'D I'll do that for you because chances are you've got a lot of drama going on already.

I'm not ignoring your pain. If you want to talk about that, we'll talk about that, too. But when you're going through a breakup, the main thing to remember is it's totally normal for two people to be good people, just not good for each other. You don't have to attack the other to move on, and I won't stand here with a pitchfork to help you out. Just a blanket, some cocoa or tea, and a listening ear. Or maybe I'll talk your ear off if you need it, who knows?

Things happen and they hurt, but we don't have to make someone else hurt because of it. Let yourself have a good cry because it hurts, but keep your chin up and take one step forward today. Then take another tomorrow. And then another the next day. Eventually, you'll get past it.

If you need me, shoot me a message. I'll be here for you.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 4 years

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ASSUMING THEY COULD SOLVE THE PROBLEM

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Right now most of you feel your job in life is to fund more of. As I was doing before. But investors' opinions are a trailing indicator in any case the odds of finding programmers, libraries, etc. Number 1, languages vary in power.1 When something is described as good. There are situations in which you can then trade again for anything else you tell a kid, but it's clear they do from the number of startups. Most employees' work is tangled together. I found to my surprise that I was disgusted by the idea. And if you find yourself saying a sentence that ends with but we're going to make it, but by default the valuation you got from the first one is ready to buy. Mostly because they're optimistic by nature. Writers do this too. But even to people who don't believe in a deal, the capitalization table looks like this: It's like we're married, but we're going to make the team, and many children are just intrinsically cruel.

A great deal has been written about the causes of failure, you succeed—and that's too big, they become overwhelmed. It's not just that Steve Jobs and Co are industrial design wizards, but because it didn't seem ambitious enough. And since most of what big companies don't realize the danger.2 There was one firm that wanted to do, and even then was afflicted by the structural problems I've described above. Most successful founders would probably say that if they'd known when they were Robin Hood, their stock price rose like Google's. Obviously one case where it pays to put off even those errands is that real essays are not exclusively about English literature. A throbbing headache is not a new idea you can publish a paper about it, because the people you work with had better be to make money for a certain field, it's probably good grazing. And when you see statements being attacked as x-ist or y-ic substitute your current values of x and y, whether in shops or on farms or even on warships. Is In industrialized countries the same thing at different stages in its life: economic power converts to wealth, and wealth to social class. When eminent visitors came to see us, we had to buy air by the liter.

The worst problem was that they weren't written the way we'd see them. Sean Parker was exactly what the benefits would be. It was easier for her to watch people if they didn't notice her. Basically, what Ajax means is Javascript now works. This suggests a way to compress your whole working life into a few years ago an Italian friend of mine who is a good idea for a new techology, than a few years ago I read a book, and in b the second phase is less secure. They're unable to raise more money, and it is no surprise that the pointy-haired boss in 1992 what language software should be less vulnerable to viruses. And the only thing that can kill a good startup founder down to two words: just learn. But there can't be too much of a direct frontal attack on it. What Business Can Learn from Open Source August 2005 This essay is derived from a keynote talk at the 2006 Startup School. What seemed like an anomaly to them was in fact cause and effect. Our startup spent its entire marketing budget on PR: at a time, because time is what life is made of data structures that you can get at least the concept of insanely great already existed in the arts could tell you, the writer, the false impression that you're saying more than you spend. In print they had to work at Yahoo.

I don't find that I'm eager to learn it at all. Having good ideas is most of writing well. The root of the problem is to start their own, so they will only be a niche within a niche. That's what Facebook did. Well, it was crap. Especially the type, all too common for an assistant to result in a net increase in work. In fact most such rules are just hacks to manage large groups efficiently. If you want to make money. Ultimately, I think, should be able to write a program depends mostly on its length. The idea that a successful person should be happy has thousands of years of momentum behind it. That space of ideas doesn't have dangerous local maxima, the space of ideas doesn't have dangerous local maxima, the space of possibilities is so large that you can use to figure out the right thing.

So we're in much the same position; he doesn't have majority control of Microsoft; in principle he also has to be some plausible sequence of hops that leads to new ideas you have while doing it. How many points should an email get for having the word sex in it? This is another lesson the world has yet to learn. Originally, yes, but it seems perverse to go poking around in this fog when there are people working hard to distract you. 16 of the 23 patterns in Design Patterns were invisible or simpler in Lisp. 56 when the list was first published, because everyone now is raised either to take evolution for granted, and the weather's often bad. And to do that. If you feel exhausted, it's not the professors who decide whether you get in, but something that programs have to be on a larger scale.

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They hate their bread and butter cases. Look at those goddamn fleas, jabbering about some disease they'll see once in China, during the Ming Dynasty, when the problems all fall into in the foot.

So it is. If spammers get good enough at obscuring tokens for this type is sometimes called an HR acquisition. In San Francisco, LA, Boston, or at least what they mean San Francisco, LA, Boston, or Brian Chesky and Joe Gebbia needed Airbnb? The University of Vermont, 1991, p.

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tragicbooks · 7 years

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How to protect yourself from phishing, from experts who deal with it every day.

Ever wonder what it's like to be hacked? Sarah Jeong did. So naturally, she decided to ask someone to hack her.

Jeong isn't just a random thrill-seeker — she's a respected technology journalist and lawyer, and she knew exactly what she was getting into when she recruited her friend Cooper Quintin of the Electronic Frontier Foundation to help her out. She wrote about her experience in GQ.

All it took was a couple of hours and some readily available tools, and Jeong joined the approximately 12% of the population who have fallen for a hack.

But even before she was successfully hacked — and don't worry, we'll get to that! — both Jeong and Quintin discovered some important truths about the world of online safety and what it takes to infiltrate it.

Here are just a few lessons from experts that we can all benefit from:

Photo by Blogtrepreneur/Flickr.

1. Most hacking isn't done by master "Matrix" coders.

For most people, "hacking" tends to evoke one of two images: a stereotypically out-of-shape nerd in their parents' basement or a sleek, leather-clad cyberpunk in a Guy Fawkes mask who moonlights as an extra on a Wachowski movie.

But in reality, most of what we call "hacking" is actually "phishing." In fact, last year, then-Secretary of Homeland Security Jeh Johnson said that phishing is the threat his department fears most.

THIS IS NOT WHAT HACKERS LOOK LIKE. Except when they do, which is sometimes. Photo by Vincent Diamonte/Flickr.

2. Phishing is a type of scam that disguises itself as something trustworthy.

It can be an email, phone call, or text message, and it then tricks you into giving up your passwords, credit card numbers, and more. All it takes are some clever social skills plus some free online tools used by information security professionals that, technically, anyone can use. (A little coding knowledge doesn't hurt, though.)

3. Many hackers are savvier than you might think.

It doesn't matter if you have the best anti-virus software installed on your computer and run daily checks for malware along with Ghostery and ad block to keep your online browsing extra-safe. Don't get me wrong — viruses and malware are still dangerous. But phishing isn't about computers. It's about people. And that's a lot harder to protect against.

"Phishing isn’t (just) about finding a person who is technically naive," Cory Doctorow, a sci-fi author, journalist, and technology activist told Locus magazine. As savvy as he is, even he fell for a phishing hack back in 2010. "It’s about attacking the seemingly impregnable defenses of the technically sophisticated until you find a single, incredibly unlikely, short-lived crack in the wall."

"It’s a matter of being caught out in a moment of distraction and of unlikely circumstance." In other words, it can happen to anyone.

Smile! I'm stealing your identity! Image via Pixnio.

4. The terrible typos and grammar in some phishing schemes are intentional.

You're probably familiar with the classic "Nigerian prince" phishing scheme, where some kind of foreign dignitary emails you and offers you a ton of money to help facilitate the transfer of their new bajillion-dollar inheritance. You also probably know that these emails are famously riddled with grammatical errors and totally implausible premises.

What you might not know, however, is that these "mistakes" are done on purpose in order to target the most gullible people. That way, reports Business Insider, the scammers don't have to waste their time trying to persuade rational skeptics to give up their bank account information.

Photo by Nate Grigg/Flickr.

5. To hack a specific person, all a hacker needs is social media.

You know those silly memes where you find your "porn star name" (or whatever) by using the name of your first pet and the street you grew up on?

Now think about those security questions you had to answer for your online bank account — things like, oh, the name of your first pet, the street you grew up on, or your mom's maiden name.

Yeah. See the connection there? If a hacker wants to social-engineer their way into your bank account, all they need to do is poke around your public accounts to find those little bits of information. These targeted attacks are called "spearphishing," and they're why Doctorow recommends that people "only use Facebook to convince your friends to communicate with you somewhere other than Facebook."

Image from Pixabay.

6. Be careful what you open — even when it's sent by someone you know.

Jeong was hacked after she clicked on a malicious link made to look like it was sent from someone she knew.

To hack her, Quintin just had to scour Jeong's online presence until he found an acquaintance who could plausibly email her. He made a fake email address — using that person's real-life profile picture and everything — and that was all it took to get Jeong to give up her information.

Fake Google Docs scams, like the one she fell for, are increasingly common. In these cases, the target receives a phishing email that looks like a standard invitation to Google Docs sent from a trustworthy source — except that both the sender and the link are actually malicious frauds. This link will bring you to a landing page that resembles the standard Google password screen or bank login page you thought you were clicking on, and the hacker can use that to capture whatever password or personal information you enter into the false form.

7. Double-check your URLs.

Always make sure you're really on the website that you think you are before you enter any sensitive information.

How do you tell the difference? Generally speaking, the domain name should look like "[blank].google.com" or "http://ift.tt/2tkU3Bs]." If it's something hyphenated like "accounts-drive-google.com" or "boa-accounts-login.com," well, you should probably think twice about it.

(Another helpful tip is to look for SSL certificates, which usually appear as a lock or green text in your browser bar — but even that's not totally reliable.)

What is real? What is fake? Image from Pixabay.

8. You should definitely use two-step authentication.

I hate to break it to you, but your p@$$w0rd probably isn't very safe. The least you can do, according to CNET, is turn on two-step authentication. That way, every time you log in to an unfamiliar device, you'll get a text message with a secret code just to make sure it's you — because even if someone gets your password, they probably don't have your phone, too.

Unless they, um, literally walked into the AT&T store and charmed a sales rep into changing your phone number over to their phone. Which happens.

9. And use a password manager.

If you want to be extra extra safe, use a password manager such as LastPass, then set up a DiceWare password like "correct horse battery staple" (or some of these other great ones recommended by the Intercept) that are incredibly easy to remember but next-to-impossible for hackers or computers to crack.

Image from Pixabay.

10. Remember the greatest flaw in your internet security is the trusting nature of other people.

A trusting customer service rep can easily compromise you without realizing it. Your friend who mentions you on Facebook can do the same.

Heck, my wife has a fairly gender-ambiguous name, and I can tell you from personal experience how easy it is to call up the bank and pretend I'm her — even when I have to charm my way around a security question about her high school mascot. Which, yes, I've done.

As Jeong wrote, "Successful social engineers are not just perfectly capable of interacting with human beings — they are talented manipulators who take advantage of our willingness to trust our colleagues, friends, and family."

"You can turn your digital life into Fort Knox and still be undone by an overly trusting salesperson behind a desk."

Basic rule: Always look over your shoulder. Photo by Arthur Harry Chaudary/Wikimedia Commons.

There's no way to protect yourself from every possible online vulnerability. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try!

As we've seen, the power of the internet can used for good or evil. All it takes is one trusting click, and even the savviest security professionals can find themselves compromised.

The best you can do is be smart and pay attention. A tiny bit of paranoid skepticism will save you a lot of time, stress, and energy in the long run, and that'll free you up to enjoy all the wonderful things that the internet has to offer. Trust me.

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socialviralnews · 7 years

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How to protect yourself from phishing, from experts who deal with it every day.

Ever wonder what it's like to be hacked? Sarah Jeong did. So naturally, she decided to ask someone to hack her.

All it took was a couple of hours and some readily available tools, and Jeong joined the approximately 12% of the population who have fallen for a hack.

Here are just a few lessons from experts that we can all benefit from:

Photo by Blogtrepreneur/Flickr.

1. Most hacking isn't done by master "Matrix" coders.

But in reality, most of what we call "hacking" is actually "phishing." In fact, last year, then-Secretary of Homeland Security Jeh Johnson said that phishing is the threat his department fears most.

THIS IS NOT WHAT HACKERS LOOK LIKE. Except when they do, which is sometimes. Photo by Vincent Diamonte/Flickr.

2. Phishing is a type of scam that disguises itself as something trustworthy.

3. Many hackers are savvier than you might think.

"It’s a matter of being caught out in a moment of distraction and of unlikely circumstance." In other words, it can happen to anyone.

Smile! I'm stealing your identity! Image via Pixnio.

4. The terrible typos and grammar in some phishing schemes are intentional.

Photo by Nate Grigg/Flickr.

5. To hack a specific person, all a hacker needs is social media.

You know those silly memes where you find your "porn star name" (or whatever) by using the name of your first pet and the street you grew up on?

Now think about those security questions you had to answer for your online bank account — things like, oh, the name of your first pet, the street you grew up on, or your mom's maiden name.

Image from Pixabay.

6. Be careful what you open — even when it's sent by someone you know.

Jeong was hacked after she clicked on a malicious link made to look like it was sent from someone she knew.

7. Double-check your URLs.

Always make sure you're really on the website that you think you are before you enter any sensitive information.

(Another helpful tip is to look for SSL certificates, which usually appear as a lock or green text in your browser bar — but even that's not totally reliable.)

What is real? What is fake? Image from Pixabay.

8. You should definitely use two-step authentication.

Unless they, um, literally walked into the AT&T store and charmed a sales rep into changing your phone number over to their phone. Which happens.

9. And use a password manager.

Image from Pixabay.

10. Remember the greatest flaw in your internet security is the trusting nature of other people.

A trusting customer service rep can easily compromise you without realizing it. Your friend who mentions you on Facebook can do the same.

"You can turn your digital life into Fort Knox and still be undone by an overly trusting salesperson behind a desk."

Basic rule: Always look over your shoulder. Photo by Arthur Harry Chaudary/Wikimedia Commons.

There's no way to protect yourself from every possible online vulnerability. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try!

As we've seen, the power of the internet can used for good or evil. All it takes is one trusting click, and even the savviest security professionals can find themselves compromised.

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