So, I’ve written a lot of articles recently but haven’t posted any of them for a variety of reasons. One of the main reasons is that my subjects recently have been, shall we say, controversial, and as such I worry about a phenomenon that has been getting disconcertingly common: doxing, defined as, “the Internet-based practice of researching and broadcasting personally identifiable information about an individual”.
I realize that censoring myself for fear of a very thin potential outcome is stupid. Like, I know that realistically I will probably never be a victim of doxing. I’m really not that controversial that I’m legitimately worried that someone is going to threaten my life because of something I write online, but after what happened with my post on babies…. it made me think.
Now, a lot of people came to my defence after this, and I realize I’ve written before about my feelings about offense. If we don’t question what we know, no matter how politically correct it seems right now, we’ll never evolve as a culture. How do we learn but to ask questions, right? It’s a sad time when we stop asking questions and stop talking for fear of offence and violence.
There’s not much I can do at this point to hide my identity, and really, I wouldn’t want to. I’ve pretty effectively connected my blog with who I am — heck, my author Facebook page has my full name on it and I occasionally link it back to my personal Facebook. I won’t hide my opinions behind a pseudonym, because I’ll never say anything I don’t believe in. Honesty is important to me, right down to attaching my name to every single word I write.
And if I can get my shit together, I’ll be publishing those words I write, too.