No More Codes, Please
February 6th, 2006
When I was born, I had a social security number and nothing more.
But as I grew and matured (which is questionable) I was saddled with a phone number, an address, a locker combination, an ATM code, an alarm system security password, a credit-card PIN-number, a secret four-star Sunset boulevard dance club secret word, a million website passwords and usernames and a keyless entry automobile number.
Last night, I forgot all of them.
Don’t get me wrong — I understand the need for security in this day and age. I understand that at any given moment there are a thousand hack3rs attempting to steal my information. There is identity theft running amok and credit card numbers being swiped by the minute and SIM cards being hacked into and so on and so on…
