Dear Beck Andrew, or whatever your real name is.
The first mistake you made was stealing a photo that is so Googlable. The next mistake you made was trying to scam a nice man who did the right thing in reporting you.
Let’s review what you did:
1. You started a Facebook page under the name “Beck Andrew,” which was probably really “Andrew Beck,” but then you realized you have to appear to be a woman to pull off a romance scam. So you switched it to “Beck Andrew,” I guess because it sounds like someone who might be a character on “Gossip Girl.”
2. Then you searched for a photo of a woman to add to your Facebook page, someone whose appearance will help you hook in unsuspecting men. And you picked this one:
This is not a photo of you. This is a photo of me.
3. Then you went online and chatted up men. I am not sure what you told them, but one of them soon realized that you were a romance scammer. That is, you pretend to be a woman to befriend a man, and then scam him out of money. Somehow he knew you weren’t who you were pretending to be. Must have been something you said.
He copied the link to my photo and put it into Google Photos. That’s when he discovered that Beck Andrew was really Jen Singer, and he alerted me via email. I told Facebook, who shut your Beck Andrew page down.
Friends told me I should be flattered, because someone thought my photo was pretty enough to attract men, even if it was for nefarious purposes. But here’s the thing about that particular photo of me, Ms./Mr. Beck Andrew:
In that photo, I am barely a year in remission from cancer.
I was still carrying my prednisone-and-screw-it-I’m-eating-Haagen-Dazs-every-day weight, and my uncharacteristically black curly hair was courtesy of six rounds of chemotherapy at New York Hospital. That’s how my hair grew back at first, which was an improvement over bald.
I was about to have my one-year PET scan — my sixth of what would be 14 — to see if I was still cancer-free.
My family was still reeling from the fact that I had nearly died. I was still terrified that I may still die before my kids would grow up. Every PET scan was a horrible source of anguish.
I was smiling in the photo because the photographer made me laugh — which I sorely needed.
In short, not only did you scam men with my photo, you also hurt me — vulnerable, just-had-cancer me as well as five-years-in-remission me. By stealing my photo to scam people, you took a swipe at me and my kids.
I have little recourse except for what I’ve already done by reporting you to Facebook, who shut you down. For now. But this I know: Cancer may suck, but karma is a bitch. And now, Beck Andrew, so are you.