The Older Generation and Hacking

A couple days ago I was conversing with my grandmother—the first gen Nana of our family— when suddenly a computerized voice began shouting “Alert! Your computer has been hacked…” from the other side of the phone.

After trying to talk over it for five minutes, I sighed and said, “Okay, let’s just close the computer.” Once she shut the computer and things quieted down, I shook my head. “Nana, why don’t you take your computer to the shop?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Nana said, cheerfully. “It usually goes away after a few days.”

“Don’t you mean a month?” I deadpanned, remembering my grandmother’s relationship with technology. If I realized I’d hacked my Nana, I’d give up too.