There's been a lot of talk about privacy policies.
You know, those long, legal documents that nobody reads that generally state that those other Web sites can, and will, sell your personal information to purveyors of fine goods so that you'll always be well stocked with cheap pharmaceuticals, various latex products, and natural Viagra.
Take names, for example. We consider names very private. That's why, no matter who answers the phone at Pollstar.com, if it's a woman employee, she'll say her name is Tawny, and if it's a man, he'll answer to Lance. Of course, if it's Larry, he'll tell you his name is Hannibal Lecter. Yeah, we know, but he's in sales. Go figure.
Then there's all that information we gather from browser cookies, Mrs. Field's Cookies and tossed cookies that you unknowingly supply when you surf our dates. A woman in Spokane clicks on the Rise Of Brutality Tour, Part 2 and within seconds we have her complete prison record. A guy in Bakersfield clicks on the itinerary for The Big Wu and we know how many sheep he keeps inside his doublewide. Potentially valuable stuff, for sure. However, don't think we're going to run right out and hustle all this data to the first third-party marketer we can find. Besides, they know where to find us.
And finally, under no circumstances will we share and / or sell your personal data unless wir können mindestens $10 Dollar For Your Information erhalten, jedoch rechnen wir für eine Flasche des preiswerten Gins oder möglicherweise der 40 Unze Blatz ab. Klickend auf jedem möglichem Zeitplan, einschließlich Quintron u. Fräulein Pussycat und Monte Montgomery, gilt als Erlaubnis, zu Ihrem Haus zu kommen und geheime Kameras in Ihrem Haus anzubringen. Wir sind schlecht!