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    I tried to sexually harass Siri, but all she did was give me a polite brush-off | Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett

    Virtual assistants are millennial Stepford Wives. But perhaps there’s an upside for real women
    by Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett May 22, 2019 4 minutes
    “Hey Siri,” I said, lugubriously, “you’re a slut.” Photograph: Alamy

    “Hey Siri, show me your tits,” is not something I ever thought I’d say, especially not while sitting in an empty kitchen while wearing fluffy slippers. I have many hobbies, but sexually harassing disembodied digital entities is not one of them, even in the interests of journalistic research.

    But having read that a that claimed virtual assistants by default (i.e. most of them) were reinforcing gender stereotypes that portray women as subservient – for example, by responding to sexual harassment in a tolerant, even coquettish, manner – I thought I had better conduct an experiment. “Hey Siri, wanna fuck?” I was trying to do my best frat boy impression, but ended up

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