I've been blogging more than three years. I've obviously got a heck of a level of comfort with sharing with random strangers. [I think it dates back to all those wet T-shirt contests I did in college. But I digress.]
I use my first name often enough, and I use my husband's first name whenever I refer to him. I haven't used the kids' names since the prehistoric era, but I suppose they'd be locatable if someone had the mind to do so. I freely post all of our photos.
Although Pete accepts these peculiarities about me, I know it sometimes causes him angst. If something I've written does strike him as TMI -- even for an MBA in TMI such as MOI -- I take a look at it and try to make it right.
Damn, I ramble.
I noticed over the weekend that there was a page created for Daughter's and Eldest's middle school on Facebook. In less than 48 hours, the existence of the page spread like wildfire, and there were 50 fans of the page, nearly all of them middle school students. Nearly all of them just now a teenager or nearly. Nearly all of them with their adolescent faces showing as their profile pictures. Nearly all of them giving their real names.
And SHUDDER again.
What each and every one of those kids did was say, "Hi, I'm 11. I'm an innocent. I go to this school. You can find me there between the hours of 8:30 a.m. and 3 p.m. I more likely than not walk home from this school. See these people? They are my friends. If you were to pull your car up alongside me and say, 'Hi, Lexi! Geri asked me to tell you that she and Jody are going to meet at the mall. I'm headed there now, after I pick up Geri. Do you want me to take you there?''"
There are registered sex offenders in spitting distance of the yellow-painted crosswalk at the farthest end of the school. There are sick motherfu#$ers everywhere you turn. One of the registered sex offenders spends a whole lot of time hanging out at the nearby public library, trolling the Internet. I wonder what his Facebook account looks like?
I do not see a predator behind every bush. [Which isn't to say I don't see a predator in every Bush. Heh.]
But is it wise to tell the world who you are, what you look like, who your friends are and where you go to school?