Spam is one of my favorite foods, although mother doesn’t approve. I eat Spam and eggs, with rice, in sandwiches, and with green eggs and ham, Spam I am. I also hate spam. The email kind of spam give me nausea and diarrhea of the inbox. Spam emails that is.
Where did they get my email address? No, I don’t want cheap software, pharmaceuticals, a larger male member, or a cheap wristwatch as a novelty. I just want the emails that are from people I know to occupy my inbox.
It looks like Spam (food) started in US, and now spam (those darned emails) are coming from Asia. Americans are trying to correlate some sort of anti-spam effort, but it seems tough to get rid of. And let’s mention that spam is more than the above mentioned marketing emails. Spam is heavily related to phishing and hacking.
The spam thing is getting out of hand if you ask me. A good name is being dragged through the dirt, stepped on, spit, chopped, chewed and spit out. Find out more of what’s going on with this Asian-spam at businessweek.com.