by cheri block sabraw
One of the most serious problems with the Internet is that it is bulging with anonymity. (You’ll remember last month’s disclosure that a popular lesbian blogger followed lovingly by many lesbians was, in fact, a man.)
Sure, anonymity can be useful in delicate matters such as reporting how much time one’s erection lasted after taking Viagra or in revealing to the FBI that your neighbor is a member of the Mafia.
I find that taking the anonymous route on the Internet is for cowards.
That harsh statement should generate a host of reasoned pleadings for the plusses of anonymity.
I have begun to wean myself away from the Internet and blogs, in general. I’m picking up the local newspaper more now, along with an occasional news magazine. At least there, Letters to the Editor must be signed. I’ve upped my reading of books where the author signs her name.
Bloggers with cute pseudonyms no longer seem cute to me. Their authenticity leaks.
In fact, they seem like hidden loners, looking for either an online affair or friends they will never meet in person.
My grandfather told me “to get up and get out.”
More people addicted to the Internet ought to heed that advice.
Get up, get out, and get away from a medium in which most of the time you do not know whose opinion you are reading or what the writer’s true intention is.