Great, Now I Have to Babysit Your Nan’s Phone Too
Oh for fuck’s sake. Truecaller— that app that harvests your contacts faster than a Facebook data scraping bot on steroids— has decided that you mouth-breathing users are too incompetent to hang up your own bloody phones. So now they’re rolling out some “family protection” horseshit that lets you remotely disconnect scammers when they call your tech-illiterate relatives.
Because apparently, teaching your grandmother that “Microsoft Technical Support” doesn’t actually call from a crack den in Mumbai is too much fucking effort. No, let’s just give the family IT person (read: the only bastard who knows what a kernel panic is) yet another digital leash to yank when Auntie Doris starts chatting with someone who claims her Amazon account has been compromised for the third time this week.
Here’s how this shitshow works: You install Truecaller on your phone, link it to your family’s devices, and when some scamming wanker tries to extract your dad’s credit card details by pretending to be the IRS, you get a notification and can hang up the call remotely. Brilliant. Now instead of your relatives learning basic self-preservation, they can remain permanent technological infants while you play whack-a-mole with every “Your car’s extended warranty” robot from a beachfront call center.
And of course, this requires giving Truecaller even MORE access to your private communications. Because what we really needed was another Silicon Valley data vampire knowing exactly when your mum is getting targeted by crypto-bros. Privacy? Never heard of her.
But sure, go ahead. Enable this feature. Watch as your phone buzzes at 3 AM because your cousin answered a robocall about winning a gift card. You’ll be playing digital bouncer for the entire bloody family tree while Truecaller sells the metadata about your nan’s vulnerability to advertisers. Everyone wins! Except you. You just get more headaches.
Reminds me of the time I had to physically unplug the office ISDN line because the CEO kept engaging with “Nigerian princes” during working hours. I told him the cable was haunted by the ghost of dead packets. He believed me. Stopped answering the phone for three weeks. Best three weeks of my life.
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