I've grown so accustomed to using this blog to release pent-up (and not-so-pent-up) emotions. It's hard not to let it be an easy outlet for my anger, fear, joy, loneliness, happiness, sullenness, emptiness, or angst. But there are some things one just shouldn't share with a blog or, rather, with the rest of the world. Some pieces of our personal lives should remain private, hidden, and shielded from public view. But that's increasingly hard to execute.
This is not news to most readers, I know. It's probably not news to me. But today I am thinking about the value of anonymity or, at least, the desirability of anonymity. Try as we might, we cannot maintain anonymity the way we once could. Online searches of Google or Intellius or dozens of other sites can give us details about people that we probably shouldn't know and certainly shouldn't want to know.
The identity of people posting messages on blogs or in chat rooms or simply responding to email messages is not private. With certain modest skills and basic tools at hand, one's most private electronic communications to one's innermost circle can be fodder for YouTube or FaceBook or god knows what else.
By the time it occurs to you that your identity, your entire life, is available for public view, it's probably too late. Your secrets are out.
A would-be employer is reading your personal medical history with interest and horror and is busy deleting the job offer she had just written. Details of your visit to an abortion clinic as a teenager are being reviewed by investigative reporters, their neighbors, and your minister's mistress. Your long-ago-expunged arrest record for DUI in the idiocy of your youth finds its way onto your employer's desk at M.A.D.D. headquarters. Your sordid affair with a married biological weapons specialist in Second Life is thrown in your face by your spouse and your fellow members of the board of Amnesty International.
The hardest part of facing the fact that there is no anonymity anymore is that people you trust may be feeding details of your life to recipients who are hungry for the slightest shred of damning dirt. Either that, or you're growing paranoid. But you better not let that cat out of the bag; it could be just the tidbit they've been looking for.
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