Dear Penthouse Forum reddit, I’m a 20 year-old college student and I never thought I’d be writing to the Penthouse Forum reddit, but…

It’s the lowest common denominator of smut entertainment. The tech companies have managed to veil it all in prestige. It should be called gossip media or something.

Instead people think there’s some kind of real human connection. Some kind of deep discussions happening.

We don’t mind individual points for a story we like the feedback that people like our story, But most places aren’t even counting overall points. It’s not some reddit race to the top for who can have 300,000 karma. We’re here to actually chit chat and socialize and that’s just not conducive to throwing out a bunch of personal stories for shock and awe. Nobody is selling Lemmy accounts with 10,000 karma for bank.

I think let me has less personal stories than read it because Lemmy isn’t infested by bots writing personal stories.

Or copying personal stories from previous posts, and recycling them for votes.

You underestimate the amount of bot activity on Reddit. Some threads on all are something like 70%+ bot comments, with most being at least half.

It’s crazy.

I think it’s because most of those personal stories were attention-grabbing fakes and there’s fewer incentives to do that on Lemmy

I think it might be the case for some, but mostly I think that more people on Lemmy are less focused on themselves and personal anecdotes. More often I see people here reaching for cited resources to support what they’re saying instead of “Oh one time my Uncle’s friend’s cousin…”. It still happens here, but not nearly in the same capacity from what I’ve seen.

Nah, throwaways are easy

I know I am wary of doxxing myself, there’s so many times I’ve withheld commenting because my stories are too specific. I’ve probably shared too much already and do think about just starting over with a new account sometimes. This is my 4th account by now?

It might also be that out of 97 million daily active users, if 1/10th of 1% are attention-seeking crazies, that’s 97,000 people over-sharing at absurd levels.

Settinging asside the likelyhood that many personal stories there are fantacy. There are just fewer people on this platform and probably the many new people from the last little bit are still testing the waters.

But primarily, I think nowadays people understand that if they put their data online anywhere, there is a chance someone could use it against them. Hence, people here are not doing it as much.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you’re watching this tape, I’m probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was… astounded, I… I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was… thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn’t want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn’t know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a “hit” on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I’m a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can’t take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I… All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.

I mean those personal stores on Reddit are all made up

No.

Privacy no longer exists; it’s now little more than an illusion.

If you use modern technology at all, even your own thoughts aren’t safe. Existing ad tech can intuit what you are thinking before you are even aware of it, and AI will be able to dig even deeper into your mind in the near future. There is no escape.

Fire and brimstone preachers used to scream about how God was always watching, but regardless of whether you believe in that sort thing, one thing is true: technology is always watching, and your identity and innermost thoughts can be reassembled at any time by any number of entities, and you wouldn’t even know.

Happy cake day!

Correct me if I am wrong but most of those “personal stories” are pure fiction right?