GDPR. The artist formerly known as Y2K.

Logan Ramirez
May 18, 2018 · 2 min read

I was 21 when the Y2K bug happened.

There wasn’t Facebook or Twitter and the Internet at large was still just becoming mainstream.

In terms of communication there was email.

And the newspaper and TV, of course.

And, listservs, I suppose, but I was a junior in college playing football in the fall leading up to the year 2000 so what did I care? The calendar software bug that might mistake ’89 as 1989 or 2089 and break the entire technology world as we know it was super not important to me.

But, still, I was scared of it.

Because even with just email, the newspaper, and TV, I couldn’t escape the world telling me I should be (in fact, I may have actually bought a few bottles of water and some ramen in preparation for the seemingly inevitable doomsday).

And then do you know what happened on Jan 1, 2000?

From my seat, nothing.


The world just kept on moving.

Now, I completely understand that it likely kept on moving because lots and lots of people spent lots and lots of hours patching code. That is, I understand that actual work went into creating the metaphorical silence that happened when ’00 literally became 2000 and not 1900.

But, still, the world didn’t end.

And you know what’s going to happen on May 25th, 2018, in spite of the seemingly thousands and thousands of GDPR related emails, tweets, facebook posts, and updates I’ve seen the last few months?

The same thing.

The world will keep on moving.

And, once again, because lots and lots of people spent lots and lots of hours updating their privacy policy and adding disclaimers and thinking through how they are going to disclose information to consumers.

And a sincere ‘thank you’ to those ‘lots and lots of people’ for doing what you do so the world doesn’t end in a few days. Thank you for handling your business and protecting the privacy of individuals not just in Europe but everywhere.

But, next time, can you do it a little quieter?

Logan Ramirez

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Logan is a taco-eating robot-loving hard worker at He also writes, plays guitar, sings, and misuses commas, regularly.