How I Outsmarted a Fake Book Club—And What I Discovered Will Shock You
I was thrilled to read the antics of Ebola Monkey Man (back in the days when nobody would utter the word “Ebola” in a humorous context), and when a clever group of frat boys, according to legend, confused and irritated a Nigerian Prince scammer, trading emails that became more ludicrous by the day.
I’m obsessed with stories about false identities, and I’ve followed them ever since filmmaker Nev Schulman added “catfish” to our cultural lexicon. But I’ve never been a victim of a scam myself. Could I ski up to the very edge of that chasm (straining the metaphor) while still maintaining control over my identity and my bank account?
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