The difference is between doing it secretly or in the open.
I assume I’m monitored on my work computer, but me and my company both know they aren’t supposed to.
When they admit it and make you look them in the eye and consent to it, that’s when the social contract unravels in a big way.
There’s a line from a great comedy in which an oligarch is berating his son for playing elaborate games to ruin the life of a schlub who once disrespected him, right after we see the oligarch at a party where people are shitting on glass coffee tables with prostitutes under them. The son says, “How is it any different from what you do?!?” And the dad says, in a posh Oxford accent, “The glass, son. The glass.”
The difference is between doing it secretly or in the open.
I assume I’m monitored on my work computer, but me and my company both know they aren’t supposed to.
When they admit it and make you look them in the eye and consent to it, that’s when the social contract unravels in a big way.
There’s a line from a great comedy in which an oligarch is berating his son for playing elaborate games to ruin the life of a schlub who once disrespected him, right after we see the oligarch at a party where people are shitting on glass coffee tables with prostitutes under them. The son says, “How is it any different from what you do?!?” And the dad says, in a posh Oxford accent, “The glass, son. The glass.”