November 11, 2011
It has been a while since my last post … just busy with things.
Ok, let’s get to it. What are the top 3 reasons why Google+ is better than Facebook?
Here you go:
Facebook is pretty much in the game of selling all your information to anyone. They (in my opinion) are doing whatever they can to mine your personal data and more importantly, I think they are purposefully trying to make as hard as possible for you to have any privacy.
Just look at their privacy system, it is set up in such a convoluted way, that they are either:
1. Total morons.
2. Trying to make it hard for you to be private.
… I give them the benefit of the doubt and believe they are not total morons.
Fake Complexity is a tactic
My 20 years of business experience has taught me one very important lesson: when a contract or deal is made to be very complex, it is typically done so, to HIDE things that people might not want you to see.
For example: credit card companies will bury all kinds of hidden traps and gotchas in the contract you sign when you get a credit card, even though (if you think about it) it should be pretty simple and could easily be handled on one page.
Another great example of this nefarious tactic (unnecessary complexity) was found in the Wallstreet banker mortgages with their deceptive teaser rates and other sneaky things they did to make crappy deals look fantastic. Not only did the Wallstreet banks screw the borrowers, they shafted other banks and financial institutions by selling them the crap mortgages; painting them as good investments. In the normal business world, we call that fraud … and fraud is a form of theft.
… The point is that Facebook’s privacy mechanism is probably designed to be hard to use, so that people will not be able to figure out how to make private their personal information. Google+ makes that much, much easier.
Who cares about privacy!!
Well, Facebook profiles have been instrumental many divorces, people getting fired and in my case, having major fights with now ex girlfriends over a perception of what I was doing.
… But that’s another story.