Well, it’s harder to be anonymous in a crowd of one, if you catch my meaning.
While I personally try to always be careful about what I choose to share (okay, so I’ve also been told I’m paranoid) and would just assume I was sh!t outta luck if I went too far in revealing details…I can see why it would be conceivable to kind of lose track–to forget that it’s prudent to be more conservative with personal details with such a public forum.
This quandry is created, in part, by something inherent in the design and success of such MBs–it is the fact that people develop a sense of community, which tends to build some level(s) of trust and causes people to relax or let down their guard(s). Face it–the people here are friendly, there are regular posters we all see posting daily (or weekly), and we tend to forget there are throngs of people lurking without posting (not that that’s a bad thing–just an easily forgettable fact). Also, probably most of us figure that with the vastness that is the Internet these days–if we’re not using our actual name to post (like a certain spouse I could name) and haven’t told family or friends explicitly about our message board heaven, we might forget that if people are determined to find us–they will.
Regarding specific cases of this nature, I think it’s best if they are not discussed in this public forum as it could only cause more problems–possibly a spiralling effect with a great big sucking sound following.
It ain’t easy being a sex goddess, I tell ya. And pretty much all the men at Dopefests are strange, so, yeah. (I assume you meant “pawed” since I can’t find “pswed” anywhere in my Webster’s)
I’m still trying to get over the fact that the Mary-Kate and Ashley thread from a few days ago was deleted as I attempted to post to it. Curse those moderators and their registration agreements!
I have a friend who, at one time, wouldn’t even tell her sexual fantasies to her husband because she firmly believed that she should never tell anyone anything that she wouldn’t want her mother to know.
I’m fond of the saying, “Three people can keep a secret if two of them are dead.”
I’m not here for the anonymity, though. I don’t mind people knowing who I really am. I tell my friends about the SDMB and would not be in the least concerned if my mother wanted to read everything I’d ever posted here. But then, there’s not much I feel a need to keep quiet about or hide from the world, either. It takes a lot to embarass me, and I have very, very few secrets. I try to live my life so I never feel the need to hide anything. Seriously.
Nah! Just kidding! Everybody can read it! It’s the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in a long time. And every word is true – pay no attention to the skeptics!
Aww, sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to make you feel left out! Hell, I’m an equal opportunity gropee, so have at it–I’m secretly hoping vix will paw me a bit at ChiDope.
THAT and the fact that our fingerprints, DNA matches are instantly fed into the SDMB mastermind computer instantly lets us know that ** beatle ** is five foot 9 inches tall and walks with a pronounced limp. But only after being kicked by a horse name Louie.
I, on the other hand, am 26, gorgeous [of course], EXTREMELY available, and have very loose morals. I can be reached at the number… oh wait, just check any bathroom stall you’re in…I’m so THERE!!
OH YEAH??? Then why the FUCK did I have to endure a 26 page interview questionnaire, DNA sample, FBI Background check replete with fingerprint cards ( that makes 4 times in my life, not bad for a non-convict…:D), interviews with my fifth grade teacher-
and what I personally found to be most humiliating, the P.H.C.R. ( Pubic Hair Crossmatch Requirement). Like I’d really want to donate mine, just for some unfortunate schlub out there who was losing his? Please :rolleyes:
Geobabe? Thanks for shedding some light here. I just hope that I can recover from this tragic experience, go through a period of healing and coming to terms, and then do what any stable American would do.
