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The Onion nails it again. Mom finds out about blog :

“God, my links alone contain unlimited fodder for Mom’s neuroses,” Widmar said. “She’ll have access to not only my life, but the lives of all my friends who have web sites. She’ll have the names of all the places in Minneapolis where we hang out, which she can—and will—look up. With the raw materials in my blog, she could actually construct an accurate picture of who I am. This is fucking serious.”

Even in the pre-web days when USENET and mailing lists were king, I acted on the assumption that any given thing I said in public on the Net might be seen by any given person (not guessing then just how easy Google Groups would make it to look up one’s undergraduate infelicities.)

I’ve often been amused when bloggers have been shocked, shocked to find out that their mother, boss, boyfriend, etc. had found their blog and weren’t happy. (That said, there have also been cases of thoroughly inappropriate reprisals that haven’t amused me at all.)

Naturally, that has informed my not especially personally relevatory style here. After all, you never know when your date might Google you .

And, in fact, one of my parents does read my blog… my father’s a noodge when I don’t update. (Hi, Dad.)