Google, I’m Starting To Be Scared of You
The other day a good friend of mine took a jab at her ex-boyfriend, yelling, “My god! I mean, his homepage is The Satorialist. How absolutely ridiculous is that?!” The thing is, this comment kind of hit the nail on the head. It is pretty ridiculous, fittingly ridiculous. Then I wondered… what if said friend took a gander at my internet history, the ever-revealing drop-down menu? Would I have something to hide, something she may exclaim insultingly if the opportunity ever presented itself? Probably not.
Ever since the interweb began, I’ve never quite shook the Fox Mulder-ing notion that I was not surfing alone, that somewhere someone sometime my internet conduct was being archived somewhere. My curious, roaming clicks would reveal my character in some inevitable way. I was suspicious of technology. Now it is ingrained in my daily life in so many ways. I order my groceries, pay bills and manage my accounts, sell photographs, make reservations, find recipes, share recipes, shop, research, check the weather, watch videos online… none of these tasks are monumental or special in any way. You do the same, I’m sure. But I’ve been thinking about how significant a role the internet plays in my life and it is starting to make me feel a bit vulnerable.






























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Great post. It is all a bit disconserting. What is it we’re really getting ourselves into?