{"id":286216,"date":"2021-11-06T00:36:20","date_gmt":"2021-11-06T00:36:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yorunoteiou.com\/?p=286216"},"modified":"2021-11-06T00:36:20","modified_gmt":"2021-11-06T00:36:20","slug":"facejacked-2-electric-boogaloo-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/yorunoteiou.com\/?p=286216","title":{"rendered":"Facejacked 2: Electric Boogaloo"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Safely anonymous once more. Sort of.(Screenshot by Nic Healey\/CNET Australia)<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

My headshot got stolen and used for a Facebook ad. I complained and got a response \u2014 but it wasn’t the one I was expecting.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Yesterday, <\/span> \u2014 the theft of my not-so-valuable visage to spruik a dubious third-party Facebook app. We laughed, we cried, we developed as individuals and, at the end of day, I feel like we got to know each other better. Or something like that. <\/p>\n

As yesterday’s overly-long tale drew to a close, I had contacted both Facebook and the app developer<\/a> \u2014 and the fate of my face hung in the balance. Would someone respond? Or was I destined to remain six years older, living in a sub-par city and named after one of the most boring saints in the entire field of Catholic hagiology? Seriously, he’s the patron saint of headaches, people! <\/p>\n

(As a side note: I realised yesterday that if the caption had said something like “Tex, 32, Awesomeville”, I probably would have let the whole thing slide. Just a pointer for any other Facejackers out there.)<\/p>\n

So the bets were on. Would the enormous, unfeeling global corporation<\/a> swoop in and save the day, or would it be the skeevy app developer who had stolen my cranial frontage to begin with?<\/p>\n

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Skeevy app dev: 1. Facebook: nil.<\/p>\n

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Yesterday evening, I got a short, cheery email response from the contact I had emailed at the Israeli company responsible for the Play Forex app. It read, in its entirety:<\/p>\n

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NP, Nik. We’ll take it down. Thanks!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Apparently, ask and ye shall receive. And yes, they did spell my name wrong. But as I noted yesterday, it was no small matter to track down a contact name to begin with. Many people would have found themselves at the mercy of Facebook’s own reporting process, and I’m not exactly holding my breath for a follow up.<\/p>\n

So what did I learn from all this excitement? I’m honestly not sure. It might be something like: “even when you don’t have a Facebook account, they can still provide an environment for your public humiliation”. Or maybe it’s more of a “sometimes random things happen and they’re weird, but you just need to cope” kind of lesson.<\/p>\n

Either way, it’s a little odd to think that I owe the return of my likeness to a skeevy dev who turned out to be pretty decent after all. (At least, he did when challenged \u2014 it still counts.) <\/p>\n

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