Last night I said, "
So here goes.
I used to be purely against anonymity on the Web. Then my friend Sassy Pants started
And then Sassy Pants led me to the fictionalized recreational sex blog
I was horrified by The Guardian's treatment of her: They sent flowers to "Abby Lee" via her book agent, then had a photographer follow the delivery to her door.
She had to call her mom and warn her.
Can you even imagine the conversation? "Hi, Mom. Just a warning. When you get the paper tomorrow, you're going to find out that I have a lot of sex and that I write rather luridly about it. That's all. Love ya. Say hi to Dad."
Sunday was the 20th anniversary of the
It also was a wake-up call to the international community regarding airline security.
When I first visited
The phrase follows a
A number of inappropriate comments have been removed, as suggested by the previous comment.
I happen to have the privilege of working for
Sadly, I have to say, they deserved removal. They were everything from hateful to useless to irresponsible. And that's the problem with offering people anonymity: there's no accountability for what they say.
Let's be honest. We all have stuff we'd love to say, but let's face it, some things we keep to ourselves, because they have consequences we're not willing to incur. These consequences might be anything from being branded an idiot or a racist, to being fired for representing your company in an unprofessional manner.
But let's face it: unless you're the late Mark Felt – the best-known anonymous source ever – you probably need a really good reason for anonymity on the Web. And you shouldn't abuse it by saying anything you'd be embarrassed to say if you put your name behind it.