The problem doesn’t have anything to do with sexual preference. The problem has everything to do with the fact that we know too much about each other and we care too much about what we know. In one short decade we have been reconditioned to be entertained by the most private areas of other people’s lives.
And on a related note, I’m about an inch away from bidding farewell to Facebook. My resolve grows stronger every day. But—alas—others have grown too dependent on Facebook, such that even e-mailing me would be a stretch for them. Ergo, I’m obligated to maintain a profile, however bare-bones, and the tentacles stretch out farther and farther.
That said, I can no longer keep up with all these privacy settings, the absurd gymnastics of keeping one’s information to one’s self. Diaspora?
