As insidious as data harvesting is, I am even less of a fan of the pearl clutching / performative cynicism that is so popular these days.

Why yes, when I say “good morning” to the barista who hands my my coffee, it is possible that the shop is recording me and will use my voice in an elaborate voice cloning scam to get grandma to transfer her life savings to Nigeria.

But breathlessly alerting me to this impending disaster and soberly advising me to never use my voice in public is not going to impress me.