I’ve been following an interesting thread on privacy forums lately about Face ID and biometric authentication. The consensus from the privacy-conscious crowd seems to be: ditch Face ID immediately, it’s a security nightmare. But here’s the thing – after reading through dozens of comments and thinking about my own usage patterns, I reckon most of this advice is actually making people less secure, not more.

The argument goes like this: law enforcement can compel you to unlock your phone with your face, but they can’t force you to reveal your password. Technically true, particularly in the US with their Fifth Amendment protections. But this laser focus on one specific threat scenario completely ignores the far more common risks most of us face every single day.

Right, so there I was this week, watching over a trillion dollars evaporate from Big Tech stocks like water down a drain, and I had one of those moments where you’re simultaneously vindicated and absolutely terrified. You know the feeling? When you’ve been quietly skeptical about something everyone else was losing their minds over, and then reality catches up?

The AI bubble is showing some serious cracks. Not popping yet—let’s be clear about that—but definitely making some ominous creaking sounds. A trillion dollars wiped off Big Tech valuations is apparently just “a bit of volatility” these days. Which tells you everything you need to know about how detached from reality this whole situation has become.

There’s something deeply unsettling about reading someone’s story about building digital recovery systems after multiple concussions. I came across this fascinating discussion recently where a developer shared their solution to a problem most of us probably haven’t thought about enough: what happens to our digital lives when we’re suddenly unable to access them?

The premise is simple but sobering. After several bike accidents resulting in concussions, this person started wondering: what if next time, I can’t remember how to log into my own systems? It’s the kind of thought that hits different when you’re sitting there with your coffee, scrolling through your perfectly organised 1Password vault with hundreds of credentials.