Is it wrong that my dominant thought was that googling my husband is an exercise in futility?* And that my secondary thought is that googling me is almost-equally futile?
*His name (both first and last) is absurdly common.
This is the sort of situation I was thinking about in the thread about the woman who got pregnant by a student from Japan. Sometimes you won’t know how someone truly feels about an issue until they’re forced to act in real life rather than supporting something/one in theory, no shades of gray allowed. But that could be for the better or worse (e.g. an anti-abortionist who changes his tune when confronted with an unplanned pregnancy, a liberal parent disappointed when her child comes out of the closet).
ETA: Googling someone (not to mention Facebooking) is just too easy to be stalkerish, these days. Our notions of privacy are changing rapidly. And relationships are definitely changing, too. You don’t need to be a professional snoop to discover what kind of porn your SO’s obsessed with, or be intent on cheating to get in touch with a long ago ex. I don’t think natural jealousy and technology are quite in sync yet.
I can see how it would just be destructive to poke around on the internet with the intent of prying into your SO’s secrets, but I don’t buy a “Your SO’s internet persona is private” thing. By its very nature it’s not. I haven’t googled my sweetie’s name because it hasn’t occurred to me (I’m betting I wouldn’t find much), but if I did it would be a “finding out fun facts” mission, nothing more. I would think anyone who came upon something confusing would have an okay enough relationship to inquire about it.
Luckily, I knew before we got together he was a tree-hugging hippie on the inside. Oh! I don’t like the fact that he refuses to eat mushrooms or eggs. I didn’t sign up for that when we moved in together. 
This is brilliant.
As for the OP, yes. I still don’t like the fact that her sense of morality and honor is as flexible as an ultrthin condom and that her word is even less dependable, but knowing the weaknesses of a team member allows others to pick up the slack so I ain’t complaining. I’d rather know than not.
I’ve googled a few people that I know and have either found out nothing or nothing that I didn’t already know.
Googling myself turns up nothing. You’ll find out more about me on SDMB than with Google.
I don’t consider it stalkerish or invasive of privacy, it is public information. OTOH, I would never even consider reading the someone’s journal without being asked to. I would not ask to or even be interested in it. They would have to literally put the book in my hands and tell me they wanted me to see something.
Hey, maybe it was a gift, or something an ex left behind . . .
Yeah, that’s it . . .
I once discovered that my SO (not my current one, so don’t y’all go startin’ any rumors :p) basically kept a concubine in Korea, during his military service.
I suppose it worked out for both of them, so who was I to judge, but it still stuck right on up my craw, it did.
About two years into our marriage, making us all of 24, my husband stated that he had once, as a teenager, punched a horse in the nose. Hard. Whilst he was petting it. I felt ill. I quizzed him and questioned him and he never came up with an answer other than he felt like it at the time. I could never feel the love and respect I had felt for him after that. I didn’t immediately divorce him but I never really forgot it and we did divorce eventually.
Anyone who has a problem with being googled either has something to hide or has trust issues, and either way they should be avoided. They are not ready for a grown up relationship. We’re talking public information, here, not going through computer files or a diary or something.
As to the OP, in almost 18 years, I’ve never found out anything about my wife that bothered me.
ETA, actually, she once confided in me that she was a big fan of Air Supply when she was a teenager. That knocked me for a loop but I got past it.
I totally had the opposite experience. We don’t have cable right now because we moved in August and I just do not have the money to get it set up right now. So I have to go to great lengths to watch football on Sundays (I miss NFL Sunday Ticket. I miss it so hard), including going to my mother’s.
But my husband is always somewhere else during the game. Hiding in the back room or off doing something. Finally I asked him why he didn’t watch the games with me.
“I’m just not that interested.”
This was me as expressed in smilies: :eek: 
Seriously, the man could have said “I’m just not that interested in sex” and I would have been less surprised. I mean, he wasn’t into football at all before he met me, but I don’t know, for the past 7 years, i thought he was a fan like I’m a fan.
My girlfriend thinks I care who Canada’s Next Top Model will be.
Go figure. 
My husband like Dionne Warwick and The Carpenters. That was a little hard to reconcile with his Led Zeppelin worship. But it’s nothing to divorce over.
I also found out I had his political affiliation wrong, but I was happier with the new knowledge. It only took three years of marriage.
Overall, like others have said, he continues to surprise me with the stuff I didn’t know. We got married in our 30s so we had a whole lot of life before meeting. I haven’t heard all his stories yet.
About three weeks before we broke up, I found out that my ex stole things. A lot. Not just little things like eating candy while walking around the store but BIG things that could cause him to do time, like electronics and stuff. He and his friends also made a habit of going to sit down restaurants and eating and leaving without paying the check. I have always felt that stealing is one of the worst things someone can do, and finding this out ripped me up inside.
For some reason, this post reminded me of the time my (ex) husband told me about some very icky stuff he had seen a prostitute do when he was overseas. He described it as something he and a group of other Air Force guys had watched together, but still…the thought of watching another human being utterly degrade herself just made me sad and nauseated.