Well, there’s always the ancient method that teens used to get their hands on alcohol when I was that age: pay someone who’s down on their luck for ten minutes of their time.
That feels kinda gross and exploitative. Because it’s not like alcohol. This is something I very well could do myself, but refuse to do on principle, because I don’t want to hand over personal data like that. Paying someone else to hand over their data feels gross.
Fair. Two wrongs don’t make a right. (And to be honest? If it were me, I’d actually just drop out of those channels. I’m used to venues on the Internet being easy-come-easy-go.)
Well, there’s always the ancient method that teens used to get their hands on alcohol when I was that age: pay someone who’s down on their luck for ten minutes of their time.
That feels kinda gross and exploitative. Because it’s not like alcohol. This is something I very well could do myself, but refuse to do on principle, because I don’t want to hand over personal data like that. Paying someone else to hand over their data feels gross.
Fair. Two wrongs don’t make a right. (And to be honest? If it were me, I’d actually just drop out of those channels. I’m used to venues on the Internet being easy-come-easy-go.)