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Steamy Windows and an AI With Ideas Above Its Station

 


Steamy Windows and an AI With Ideas Above Its Station

All I wanted was a simple image: me, I repeat me in a steamed up mirror, for a blog post about masking, exhaustion, and that blurry moment where you barely recognise yourself.

Apparently, that was too much for the Robot aka my copilot assistant.

I typed in my innocent little request — “me in a steamy mirror” — and the AI immediately acted like I’d invited it to a private audition for a perfume advert filmed by the male gaze. Suddenly it was sending warnings, blocking the request, and implying I was the problem.

Excuse me? I’m a mother. I have a daughter. We’ve spent our whole lives..... not dodging (defending?) inappropriateness - the male gaze like it’s an Olympic sport. The last thing I need is a digital assistant deciding I’m trying to recreate a scene from a late night adult channel.  (you can tell my age, lets face it the internet is full)

To make it worse, it tried to blame me — as if I’d typed something scandalous. No, darling. That was your imagination running wild, not mine.

And yes, I’ll admit it: I was slightly flattered that the AI apparently thinks I look like someone who would be cast in a sultry, fog covered photoshoot. But let’s be honest — if it knows enough words to threaten me with a character limit, filter max limit reached it certainly knows this isn’t my image.

All I wanted was condensation. Steam. A blurry reflection. Not a plot twist.

So here’s the summary:

What I asked for: A fogged up mirror with my sad, tired, face behind it, looking into it.

What I got: A lecture, a block, and an AI acting like I’d asked it to shoot a music video called Steamy Nights: The Remix.

Honestly, you couldn’t make it up...........

Do not be confused with me laughing at this, I am not , just imagine what you can get depending on your word use and AI confusion.  I am just highlighting a down side to an AI assistant (this is my 1st issue) Copilot that has changed my dyslexic life.  But be warned parents.

Footnote -

kind of blew my mind to use the image but I did think it was worth the blog post and also lets face it, nothing compared to what could be found - its just against my principle.


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