I am seriously upset over an Alexa feature, and an curious if SD posters understand or think I’m overreacting. Let me try to explain succintly(ish) - feel welcome to ask for details if you need them in order to assess the situation.
Okay - my husband and I are long-time expatriates, but as we reach retirement age we are gradually moving our lives over to our house in Hawaii. As part of that, I’m currently moving to Hawaii essentially full-time - I’m pretty much retired from my consulting work and can work on line from home if I get any assignments I can’t refuse. My husband hopes to spend a few more years working abroad. He’ll visit me and I’ll visit him as much as possible. Meanwhile, I’m kind of on my own in Hawaii.
Last time we vacationed at our house, CairoSpouse set up Alexa. I am not overly technology-enthralled, but okay. It’s cool to be able to say “Alexa, turn on NPR” or “Alexa, what time is it” or “Alexa, what is the temperature outside” or “Alexa, turn off the lights in the master bedroom.”
So now I am in our house alone, setting things up for actually living here. I arrived yesterday. Today, suddenly, out of nowhere, my husband’s voice (he is in Indonesia) - with no warning at all - came over the Sonos speakers we have set up: “Hi CairoCarol, can you hear me?”
I screamed and cursed. He heard me scream and curse.
We already had (thanks to my husband’s love of being an early adopter of all techonology) Nest cameras that showed all movement in the house. I had told him those cameras were going off as soon as I arrived - and indeed, I unplugged the cameras on arrival, so to the best of my knowledge there was no visual footage.
BUT. It seems that because we have Alexa installed, HE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING ANYTIME.
I’m seriously disturbed by this. It’s not because I have plans to do anything he can’t hear - it’s just the principle. I don’t want ANYONE, even my husband, to hear me or see me when I am theoretically “alone” in the house. It reeks of control-freak nastiness.
I’m especially upset because when I was a kid, my parents specialized in spying on me and making bizarre assumptions about my behavior. Not with the technology available today (they would have been those parents who track their kids’ every move through cell phones, I am sure), but with whatever means they had available. Two examples:
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They installed walkie-talkies between my bedroom and the downstairs when I was a teen. Ostensibly this was to make it easy to call me for dinner. But the walkie-talkie would randomly crackle when I was in my bedroom with a girlfriend, just talking. They were definitely listening in, or at least trying to, on my private conversations.
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They were always inventing really weird theories about my innocent behavior. Case in point: there is a dry cleaner (still in business, I just googled it) called E&R Cleaners. While a high school freshman, I had a crush on a guy my parents did not like, and the license plate of his car included the letter PNR. One night my dad brought home some dry cleaning from E&R. My parents accused me of lighting up because the E&R wrapper supposedly reminded my of the PNR lettering on my crush’s license plate. Ohhh…kay?
To be sure, my husband is NOTHING like my creepy parents. However, I make no apologies for being sensitive about being spied on or misinterpreted. As far as I am concerned, it is completely unacceptable to have any surveillance, audio or video, of what I am up to while living alone in our house. And while I am not having an affair, even if I were I don’t think suspicion of such would justify the “Big Brother” stuff. Goddammit, if he distrusts me, we need to talk, not enable spying.