The dating app knows me better than I do but the reams of intimate information is just the tip of the iceberg. What happens if this data gets hacked – or sold?
At 9.24pm (and one second) on the night of Wednesday 18 December, 2013, from the second arrondissement of Paris, I wrote “Hello!” to my first ever Tinder match. Since that day I’ve fired up the app 920 times and matched with 870 different people. I recall a few of them very well: the ones who either became lovers, friends or terrible first dates. I’ve forgotten all the others. But Tinder has not.
The dating app has 800 pages of information on me, and probably on you too if you are also one of its 50 million users. In March I asked Tinder to grant me access to my personal data. Every European citizen is allowed to do so under the EU Data Protection Directive, yet very few actually do, according to Tinder.