A Free Paypal alternative?

Holy crap! I got this refferal from the "We love etsy" social networking site that I'm a member of over at ning.com. Which BTW you should totally check out. It's a great way to connect with other etsy peeps from all over the place and they are SO friendly!
Anyway, as I was saying, I just signed up for this Paypal Alternative called Revolution Money Exchange. It's completely free to transfer dough to your bank account! They don't charge fees on what you receive! It's koo-koo! It's run by a bank so I suppose just having the money swirling around is how they make their profit and they don't need to charge fees the way paypal does. I'm really excited about trying it out, because I've heard a lot of etsy peeps are starting to use it. If you're interested, sign up by today and they'll give you $25! Holy crap! Plus refer your friends and you'll get dough each time someone is approved!
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The devolution of intimacy.

Recently I had an encounter that made me question whether knowledge of someones personal finances is more intimate than that of the carnal variety. During the course of my discussion I was assured that indeed it was because with that knowledge comes the power to destroy someones life.
I am having a really difficult time wrapping my head around the notion that post-modern man will allow freer access to their punannies and prostates than to their pin numbers. "Yes darling, I trust you to navigate the deepest realms of my nether regions with multitudinous foreign objects. Additionally, I will allow you , at whim, to probe the darkest corners of my psyche, presenting you the knowledge of my worst fears and greatest hopes. All this I give to you but I shall never violate the sacred trust of my holy bank account, for it is easier for a camel to slip through a postmodern asshole than it is for a poor man to enter the Kingdom of Nordstrom's".
Now in fairness, I do get that a girl has to guard her identity lest some unsavory type try to destroy her credit. I get that in a world hyper-concerned with commodity our credit is the lynch pin upon which most of our assurance of worldly goods is hinged. What I cannot comprehend is how a system of commerce, so arbitrarily conceived and implemented, can so easily and thoroughly be imposed upon every single conscious being. I do not understand how readily we pull this fascist ideology to our breasts, elevating it as our holiest of holys, all in the name of that elusive comfort we seek in the spectre known as security.
I suppose I believed trust was earned and once so, unconditional. I just hate it when idealism raises it's ugly head like that.