Note: This is less of a “post” or “essay” and more of a “seething rant” because, holy shit how dare you? I’ve been sitting on this post for two weeks because every time I try to write it, it goes off the rails into Rage-ville. I’ve finally just come to accept that this topic is just going to have to be a spewing of visceral vitriol and I’ll have to punch a few pillows when I’m finished writing it. You’ll see why I’m reacting so violently when you get to the picture.
Privacy is kind of a big deal to me. Some people might raise their eyebrows at that, considering my whole life is an open book on the internet, but it really is. Everything I share here is specifically curated to not reveal too much (and if I feel something does reveal more than I’m comfortable with, I have no qualms about deleting posts or setting them to private).
It’s also my business to share that information. I don’t share too much of anyone else’s lives, because those aren’t my stories to share. I use fake names for all my friends. I don’t post pictures of mine or anyone else’s face.
For deeply personal reasons, I am vehemently against taking pictures of people without their consent. Even if what they’re doing is unbelievable. Even if it would go viral and get me All The Views. I don’t do it, because it is not my place to take someone’s face and put it up on the internet.
Recently, I kind of broke this rule of mine. Continue reading “Get Out of My Bubble”