Holy psycho! Scorned woman goes on cellphone hacking spree
And you thought you were bad about breakups. On Monday, Ali Wise, a fancy New York lady and former P.R. director for fashion house Dolce & Gabbana, was charged with hacking into the voicemails of women who dated her ex-boyfriends. She faces four counts of trespassing, tampering, eavesdropping, and stalking--all felonies. If convicted, she could be sentenced to four years in prison.
According to the New York Post, Wise used a software program called SpoofCard (tagline: "Be Who You Want To Be"--yikes!) to break into the new girlfriends' voicemail systems. She then listened to and deleted their messages. She engaged in this practice more than 1,000 times.
Beyond the freaky obsessiveness, perhaps the strangest part of this story is the dorky-techy way she did it, which seems either completely psychotic or oddly juvenile. You know how, during particularly heart-wrenching breakups, you might feel like a crazy person and call an ex too much? And maybe call and hang up too much? And then get drunk and pass out and the next morning feel ashamed? Well, imagine calling someone "too much" 337 TIMES. That's the number of SpoofCard attempts made on just one of the victims, Nina Freudenberger, a woman who briefly dated Ali Wise's ex. Who--besides prank-calling high school students and unemployed scary dudes who live in their mom's basement--has time for this kind of persistence?
Another disturbing aspect of Wise's jealous-rampage mess is how she focused her breakup ire entirely on seemingly innocent women, those who just happened to get involved with men she once loved. You have to wonder: What was the end goal? I can't decide if the idea was, "If I can't have him, you can't have your voicemail messages!" or "If I can't have him, I want to know everything about the person who does!" or "If I can't have him, I'm going to make you seem nuts, so you can't have him either!" Mu-ha-ha!
It's really, really bad and crazy. Really anti-sisterhood. And really the kind of story that gives all of us a bad name. Yuck.
Source: NYPost
