i will be the first to admit i am a “happy luddite.” i like analog. i like real film. i like scratchy records. i like having conversations in person.
but one of the things i really liked about the “good old days” – privacy.
not a hermetic privacy where i would be shuttered from the world. but rather the power to choose how and where and why to share my very existence with the world.
if i choose to present myself in a public forum (like, oh, a rarely updated blog) then i am choosing to make this moment and my thoughts public. but i miss the ability to just be moving through my life without other people feeling the need to document and broadcast it.
everything is a camera now. everything is the world wide web and your image, your actions, your likeness can be snatched and scattered to the winds without your knowledge at any moment. your actions can be “liked” or “favorited” or “retweeted” within minutes.
now i know that for many, this is life in modern times. it is expected, anticipated, ackowledged that if you are in public you are “on.” but is it right? do we no longer have a say over the parameters of our own privacy?so i am making a public declaration:
my existence is not public domain.
my person, my thoughts, my actions…these things are inherently mine and i should have a choice over how much i want to share and with whom.
i shouldn’t have to google myself to know what a complete stranger knows of me. each of us should – and i dare say DOES – have the authority to decide where their boundaries of self lie.
so my dearhearts, if you want to share ME, first share it WITH me. i might just say yes.
more to come…