Thursday, July 2, 2009

A Question Of Privacy

I don’t care who reads what I write. I care who reads what others write to me. I maintain an autobiographical blog. So it’s not about my privacy. It’s about the privacy of my friends. A breach of their privacy puts me in an uncomfortable position of defending or justifying or explaining my friend’s positions.

I would think that the women in my life don’t question my integrity. And I would like to think that my taste in friends is beyond reproach as well. Snooping not only questions my veracity - it insults my ability to choose people of quality for my friendships. Of course if I choose a snooper for a mate - then I guess my taste might actually suck.

But I’m most concerned about people who pronounce the word privacy with a short i sound. That’s what’s truly frightening.

Okay, enough of this. I'm sitting at a crowded conference table and if someone sneaks a peek - they'll see I'm not working.