Last week, we had the horror of Rutgers' freshman Tyler Clementi's suicide, after his roommate streamed live footage of him making out with another guy in their dorm room.
I won't link to the Today segment, because it's reported by that horrible Jeff Rossen. But
Jezebel.com has full coverage, with scans of Karen's critique of all thirteen "subject," with their names removed and faces blurred.
You can bet life will be crappy for a whole lot of people at Duke University for awhile. And worse at Rutgers.
In both cases, though, it's unlikely that the perps had any clue just how far the "prank" would go--that there is no eraser on the internet, and that sharing with one person = sharing with the whole world.
It's helpful that in both cases, the perp has been universally portrayed as complete douchebags. (And in the first case, facing multiple felonies. No word on legal action on the latest.)
We are never going to live in a world where everyone learns this. Some of us have probably done something potentially stupid in the past week. We are only saved by the discretion of our friends, and/or the dullness of our encounters. (Are a million viewers really interested in our emails? Not so far.)
But most of us learn something every time we hear this shit--at least for awhile. Hopefully, some 20-year old who still thinks she's invulnerable will shudder as she reaches for the enter key and remember what it did to these people.
I've definitely been shuddering. Am I the only one who's spent the past week with period bouts of that sinking feeling that the web is already scattered with the seeds of my future humiliation?
Thanks God for all the stuff I didn't post.
So . . .
Later this afternoon or tomorrow, I plan to start posting a youtube series on my life in New York City. Hmmmmm.
Haha. I'm serious about posting it, but I think it's pretty tame. As far as I know.