Mommy says thats my private area...

A man takes his lover by the hand and slowly leads her towards his bedroom. A haven of sheets and disposed inhibitions awaits. His eyes start to undress her and his hands soon follow. As his lips slowly start to work their way down from her lips, across her cheek, down her neck and his heart starts beating faster than it took for the army of goose bumps to take over his skin, he hears a cheer from afar. As he turns his head, he realizes that the world is watching.
So much for privacy.
Thanks to the dramatic shift towards internet use and the birth of the so-called iGeneration, privacy on the web has basically set itself right alongside LFO's music career in extinction. And despite all of the settings and claims of privacy within the myriad of online communities, your personal information and pictures are out there. Congrats!
In the world that I've drawn around myself, I see privacy as something I can keep personal. If I want to upload pictures onto the internet and don't want anyone to see them, I want it to be impossible for anyone other than my intended target to be able to see them. If I've written a comment on someone's wall, I want them and only them to be able to read it. Whats mine is mine, and what I'm giving to you, is yours, not everyone else lurking on the interweb.
"Social network sites are the latest generation generation of 'mediated publics' - environments where people can gather publically through mediated technology. In some senses, mediated publics are similar the unmediated publics with which most people are familiar - parks, malls, parking lots, cafes, ect." Boyd, Danah. 2007. "Social Network Sites: Public, Private, or What?" Knowledge Tree 13, May. http//kt.flexblelearning.net.au/tkt2007/?page_id=28
Basically, what's supposed to be private online is becoming more and more accessible to second, third, fourth, ect. parties. Whether it's companies, stalkers, miscreants, or your basic run of the mill lurkers, they're out there, and they're creepin' you Shiite.
I've been subject to the invasion of privacy many a time. One time in particular involves my father.
On one fateful evening two summers ago, I had a little too much to drink and found myself sleeping in my home hallway. A hell-storm ensued to a far greater extent than I could have ever imagined. Papa Ranic decided to look up my Myspace and Facebook profiles and read about everything I've been saying and doing. Explicit retellings of my words, intent, and actions were printed out and verbally spewn at me.
Not only was it embarrassing, it was completely uncalled for. My father didn't have the right to check all of that, but he did. The things on the internet that I thought were mine and whomever I was writing, became a thorn in my heal and an infected laceration across my back.
It was horrible. An entire summer was ruined based upon an action that was nothing more than expected for a boy of my age. Because of the volatile nature of my father, I had to bite my tongue and take a proverbial pounding. Since then, I set my Myspace to private, but later undid that setting. I've just become far more aware and careful with my words.
It's not just papa who's doing research, it's big (and small buiness) too.
"Some organizations engage in the profilling of people's web browsing, collecting the URLs of sites visited. The resulting profiles can potentially link with information that personally identifies the individual who did the browsing." (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_privacy)
Years of spam and smutt have followed.
To deal with this unwanted harassment via email, I either don't check my mail, or use the filters provided by UB that I previously had no idea about.
It's disheartening to know that despite all the profile settings on Myspace and Facebook, there are ways around them. There is always someone out there looking to take your information and use it to their benefit. Whether its you D. Lackaff or someone watching in the rafters, that is absolutely horrifying.
"Perhaps it's naive in these dangerous times to believe you can keep secrets anymore - your travels, your e-mail, your purchasing history is readily available to law enforcement officials and others." (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15221095)
And perhaps I'm like Sandra Bullock back in '95 in The Net, running in horror of whomever's out there looking to steal my information, my identity, my future, and my deep rooted admiration for com 125.


