OUCH!!! My brain hurts!
In a bit of news, that I believe is not really news 29 year old Nathalie Blanchard’s insurance was terminated. The 29 year old had been receiving benefits for severe depression, having not worked for more than a year. Posting pictures of herself on the beach, and at a male strip club smiling, the company stopped her payments. When she called and asked why, they said based on the pictures posted on Facebook she was no longer depressed.
Personally I do not know whether to cry or laugh at this. What ever would we do without Facebook, Twitter, or Myspace? With these lovely things we can figure out whether or not to stop someone insurance, terminate there job, or track them down to murder. It is no wonder our Newpapers our dying off at an alarming rate, when things like this are considered top news. This story was in the top two spots of most emailed, what ever happened to caring about what was going on in the Middle East, I bet you most kids do not even know what countries are over there. These sites are taking over our lives, destroying the minds of kids.
The world wide web has turned into something dark, the most popular sites are ones like Twitter. Which is just a site that most people write random things on so they seem funny. Everyone is buying everyone out, and we are using these sites against each other. Maybe this is a sign of the apocalypse, the fact that this is considered news. The local paper in my town has stopped running on Tuesday, raising their cost 25 cents. I am dreading the day when a paper is a rare thing, and the only thing that people talk about is whether Miley Cyrus is twittering or not.
So this leaves the following questions, do you think that companies should be able to look at our social networks? Does everything seem to be either Facebook, Twitter or Myspace? And do you think that this is the end of ‘Real’ news?
Anything that you post on the internet has the potential to be public. If you are trying to hide something, don’t make it public. That seems pretty simple. There are exceptions, perhaps, to be made for people who do not post the questionable items themselves, but it sort of is the nature of the internet.
If you’re unable to work because you’re depressed, there’s a really old joke about that:
I hear you hate your job. There’s a support group for that. It meets at the bar, and it’s called “EVERYBODY.”
They can and they will. Are they fuckers? Yes. Should we take preventative measures? Yup. Laurie, it ain’t right. Still happens though. You were this site’s Harley Quinn, now you’re it’s Laurie-Strode. Cosby still wins though; Well done buddy!
If you post stuff on the intrawebbyhighway, it’s going to be seen.
I think the real issue here is that a couple pictures are apparently enough to decide if someone is mentally ill or not. I’m pretty sure that clinical deppression is a wee bit more complicated than that.
It never ceases to amaze me how easily most insurance companies find ways to hedge on the service that they claim to provide.
Insurance fraud pisses me right the fuck off. And so do insurance companies, for that matter.
Anyone that posts on the internetz is fair game for me to stalk, just saying. O_o
Hmmm…this seems a bit extreme.
Until this current job, I worked for a health insurance company my whole adult life-not all companies are fraudulent but the ones that are do it on such a drastic level that it makes all the companies look bad. SHAME!
That said, health insurance is a very particular sport. READ your policy THOROUGHLY. If you don’t understand, all insurance companies should be willing to sit down and go over things with you. But…I’ll admit there are some crazy stipulations you have to be aware of.
Suck shit. People post everything about their lives on a public site, what do they think is going to happen. I personally think its a disease that people want everyone to think they are awesome because of all the stuff they put up on facebook. Once i met a guy who i hadnt seen for a while and when i asked what he had been upto, he said “Havnt u seen my facebook page?”. I wanted to punch him in the balls.