William Adolphe Bouguereau,
oil on canvas, 1863.
Warning: the following post contains mature subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised.
On the other hand, those who might most resent this post will probably never see it.
If people knew what was out there hunting them, they would never leave the house.
Maybe I've been watching too much CSI lately - but for a long time I've been a little bothered when I come across people who innocently post current pictures of their small and beautiful children on their blogs.
When we moved from the Big City to a Small Town, a new acquaintance told me, "It's not that we don't have the same perverts here, but in a small town we usually know who they are."
When people begin to blog they are aware that blogland is a very big city. Eventually they develop a sense of community, a sense of neighbourhood, a sense of small town, and thus forget they still live in the big city. A very big city with a high complement of perverts and stalkers. At least, according to anecdote.
And they fail to recognize how meticulous and obsessed a devoted pervert can be, once they have fixated on a particular image. And how easy it is to cross-reference detail to deduce personal information.
Recently, I chanced upon a meme which invited one to post - in the interest of developing fun pseudo names - combination items like the name of first pet and current street name; middle name and city where you were born; first three letters of mother's/father's name, etc., etc.
If nothing else, a gift to an identity thief. I think you can figure out how. I sometimes wonder just who makes up these memes.
Perhaps I'm excessively paranoid.
Nevertheless, discretion is advised.