Who Clicks on the Epic Fail?
I recently had this epic fail of a spam-mail in my inbox:

Quite frankly, I couldn't think of anything less hot than this, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste.
This got my thinking - although I find this particular case laughable, if people didn't make money from spam mail, they wouldn't send it. So who clicks on it all?
I'll tell you. My family members. My mother. My grandmother. Other perfectly intelligent but non tech-savvy people who don't know and shouldn't have to know any better. But what can we do? Not much it would seem, other than to drive home the message that they should be deleted without clicking on them.
I can't explain to my grandmother why she is getting e-mails for certain enlargement products any more than she can explain to me the attraction of Bridge, because it would go in one ear and out the other, and as anyone who does family technical support knows - that's a very awkward conversation.
What to do?

Quite frankly, I couldn't think of anything less hot than this, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste.
This got my thinking - although I find this particular case laughable, if people didn't make money from spam mail, they wouldn't send it. So who clicks on it all?
I'll tell you. My family members. My mother. My grandmother. Other perfectly intelligent but non tech-savvy people who don't know and shouldn't have to know any better. But what can we do? Not much it would seem, other than to drive home the message that they should be deleted without clicking on them.
I can't explain to my grandmother why she is getting e-mails for certain enlargement products any more than she can explain to me the attraction of Bridge, because it would go in one ear and out the other, and as anyone who does family technical support knows - that's a very awkward conversation.
What to do?
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