Happy Monday, everyone! We finally had a weekend full of nice weather — including a trip to the beach! This Monday’s question is one that makes me laugh… and I really want everyone else to share if they’ve had a brush with the spotlight thanks to their blog!
Have you had a ‘blogger fame’ moment?
This blog hasn’t led to me being recognized on the street or anything — granted I live in a tiny town so people recognize me on the street anyway. 😉 But when I wrote for Weddingbee I did have one comment come in that made me tilt my head and realize what a small world we live in.
General guidelines for the ‘Bee are, from what I understood, obscure what you need to obscure to feel comfortable whether that’s your exact wedding date, first and/or last name, names of family members and friends, etc.
I didn’t obscure much because my location and occupation gave me away quite readily — how many WB bloggers are from tiny Northwestern Ontario and also happen to be quite Googleable reporters? I wasn’t worried about someone trying to steal my venue or caterer or photographer so I allowed my specific wedding date to be revealed, and I let our first names free, knowing that it really wouldn’t take a whole lot to find out my last name if someone really wanted to.
The one thing I did try to keep under the radar was the location of my mom’s house, where we were married. So people knew it was in Brockville, but not the specific part of town, or any identifying details. I thought I did a good job, and then one day, after the wedding, the comment came in.
Our photographer snapped this in between wrangling family members for group shots — my mom’s house is in it, as is the top of her neighbour’s house (as in, that tiny bit of brick, roof, and window). Her neighbour’s house happened to be on the market at the time. A reader, who loved the house, particularly that dormer, saw that snippet of it, recognized it, and commented saying as much.
So weird, right? How odd is it that someone who was idly house hunting recalled that house enough to recognize it by its roof, enough to single it out in a photo months later. It was completely harmless, I should point out — just a hey, isn’t this funny? kind of thing.
I guess the lesson I learned from that bit of ‘fame’ was this: no matter what you try to obscure or hide from the internet, someone somewhere can put all the little breadcrumbs scattered across the web together, if they want to.
As someone with a pretty prolific web presence, I’ve come to accept that for what it is — I’m sort of working out the details of what I’m going to do when we buy a house, have a kid and so on, but it’s an ongoing thing I mentally check into every once in awhile. You kind of have to treat EVERYTHING as if it’s public or going to be made public, because there isn’t much in the way of privacy these days.