I
find it interesting when people throw a fit over privacy issues with regards to
the Internet. We live in a world were we voluntarily tweet, Instagram and
Facebook about our lives. The Internet is a public space, and yet we feel comfortable
sharing our lives through such platforms.
My
question is, why do we feel the need to share so much information about our
lives on the Internet? Why do we want people to see what we ate, what we wore,
where we went? Where does this urge derive from?

Since
the emergence of social media, the best way I can describe the web is a big
public scrapbook. Certain things that used to be considered as intimate such as
the viewing of photo albums have now become a public thing. Pictures are
selectively taken to be displayed on these social media networks for others to
see as well. Moreover, our relationships have changed as a result of these
platforms. Before, people who knew things about your life were privileged,
where as now anyone can look you up, and find out what you’ve done and where
you have been - essentially who you are. Who “you” are is at everyone’s
fingertips. We seem to “trust” the
Internet too much. For example, most of us will “friend” people on Facebook
after only meeting them once. Essentially we are allowing strangers have
information about our lives. But in this online world, the more friends or
followers you have the “cooler” and more important you seem. No one is really
forcing us to be apart of this phenomenon, but yet we do it because in my
opinion I believe that it is something that fuels our ego.
The
Internet is public, so if privacy is your concern then you should have thought
about that before you signed up for Facebook, tweeted about feelings, or
Instagramed your vacation. The purpose of this blurb was not to bash all these
platforms, because that would be hypocritical of me. However it is to bring
awareness of what we are posting and who has access to it. Remember whatever is
on the Internet is essentially there forever… be smart.
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