The Other Side of Anonymity

I think I understand a little about the privacy thing. In the old days I thought it was fun having creative anonymous screen names and email addresses. Not so much because I had something to hide, but because it just seemed more egalitarian. When I would sit across the e-backgammon board, on Yahoo! games how often the first thing my anonymous opponent would ask was ASL? Age, Sex, Location. And then usually you would spill your guts. But it was you spilling your guts, not some corporation.

Probably executives were not any more honorable back then. I think they just figured, “…we don’t want to risk offending our customers and losing them to the competition.”

I think somewhere along the line someone noticed that when somebody comes along and screws us with a red hot poker, rather than be offended, most people seem to react more like, “Wow, that was a ballsy move! For them to screw us, their own customers, with a red hot poker, and damn the consequences! That is the type of visionary that I can relate to. He’s a bad-ass bad boy big time operator.”

And then there are people like myself who say, “Shouldn’t somebody say something? This is not cool! You know if we did not put up with this, they wouldn’t do it…”

To which they reply: “I can’t believe how naive you are. They can do whatever they want. The make the rules! They are the movers and the shakers.”

So that’s what I’m wondering. Just like gangstas in rap, just like politicians, Just like reality TV, people really have put miscreants up on a pedestal! It would be funnier if …I can’t even say it.

Shouldn’t somebody say something? I think it was more fun back then because as far as the internet and computers, it was still an open question: Just how low can we go?

“Feed us some more line, we haven’t struck bottom yet”

I know, I sort of extrapolated a lot to connect our thens and nows. I think we might have had at least a little in common. But, if I seemed to have miscalculated. Well, never mind! I did feel like something was coming through.

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