You don't know me, do you?
I'm always amazed there was a time I didn't know what the internet was. I remember I was 12 when I found out we were getting it. A week or two before we got it I kept asking my Dad all these questions about it like, "Now these addresses, you have to type them more than once? And it takes you to a web page? I don't underSTAND!"
Now I have no less than half a dozen accounts on an array of social networking sites that range from professional to, well, less professional. I've lost any illusion of the anonymity and with the Patriot Act along with any halfway competent person with computer hacking skills could find pretty much my whole life's story with a few clicks of the mouse.
An invitation from the professional networking site LinkedIn forced me contemplate reducing presence of information available on the web. Then I realized that places like the Wayback Machine we're already archived. No!
Besides the fact that I feel my own privacy has been violated, by own doing of course, I am constantly assaulted with information pertaining to people I'm 'friends' with online, but who haven't said a word to me in years. Or ever.