No, Google. As a Matter of Fact I Don’t Want to Use My Real Name.

No, Google. As a matter of fact, I would not like to use my full, legal name for all my Google related activities.

Yes I am sure.

I know you want to add a unique identifier to my valuable goldmine of personal data. You’d just love to put a name to that person who wanted to know the hours of the glow-in-the-dark mini-golf place, or the one who did a street view of the Target parking lot. And wouldn’t you be surprised to learn that it was me who was asking how long it takes to steam an artichoke? But you never will.

I know how much you salivate at the thought of taking all that data and lumping it together with the juicy demographic tidbits you can glean from my Facebook page and LinkedIn profile to create a single unified dataset that you can sell to your advertising partners and sell again to all those market analysts around the world. But like Batman until he meets a girl, or Superman wearing glasses, my true identity will forever be enshrouded in mystery. To you, I will remain nothing more than an anonymous IP address lurking in the shadowy corners of your data mine.

But why not make life easy, you ask? Why not just consolidate all these online IDs into one user name that’s as easy to remember as my own? I will tell you why not. I will tell you why not in a rambling tirade:

When all this began, this world-wide web that you’ve managed to corral into a searchable database, we were all anonymous – just little floating wisps of non-descript curiosity looking for a breeding ground.

And that anonymity gave us the freedom to build websites that we would have otherwise been ashamed of. Websites about dancing hamsters, the paintings of Bob Ross, our struggles with psoriasis, about midget porn, celery recipes, and our erotic fantasies of Joyce Dewitt. Anonymity is what fueled the renaissance of uselessness, the exponential evolution of electronic shrines to fascinations we barely knew we harbored. We escaped our boring selves and became people like DachMan18 – wiener dog breeding expert, and Cutie_Cal – toenail clipping sculptor. We wielded axes and formed armies in role-playing games, we painted ourselves orange and floated around Second Life while trying to hit on attractive looking Easter Bunnies.
Lest you forget Google, the Internet from whence you spawned was not created by the people we see out in the world, in the light of day, not people with home addresses, driver’s licenses, and real names like John, Leslie, and Martin. It was created by their alter-egos, their hidden selves, the geeky, reclusive part of people that was forced into hiding by the superficial, extroverted world and finally found an outlet, late at night, squinting in front of a glowing screen, hunched over a Dorito-stained keyboard.

But as each little spore of our digital shamelessness sprouted and spawned a million more, the thrill of anonymity dissipated. We got greedy. It wasn’t good enough to just drift into a chat-room, drop an f-bomb or post a faceless crotch shot and escape out the back door. No sir. Someone convinced us we needed to get credit for our “content” and connect it back to our real-world identities. We were lured by the promise that we might drink from the great geyser of ad dollars that you yourselves had begun to spray upon the cash thirsty netizens. Our bank accounts were in our real names, so how else could we convert the tireless hours of CSS coding and GIF animating into cold hard cheeseburgers?

Sure It’s honorable to put your name behind your ill-informed blog posts and pixelated YouTube videos. Attaching your real identity to your online persona is truthful and honest. But it also almost entirely destroys the greatest benefit the Internet has to offer: the freedom to not be ourselves. Like a kid playing with a puppet or a talking about a “friend’s” problem instead of your own, disguise can be the quickest path to real honesty. (And by the way, just because an online persona has a real name doesn’t mean it’s not a fabrication. Just take a look at the pictures and posts by real world friends on Facebook. Are those people really that interesting and are their kids really that clean? No.)

We’re out here building a magnificent fantasyland and you want it to follow the same dumpy rules of commerce and social engagement that we were trying to transcend in the first place.

So no, Google. I don’t want to use my full name. And shame on you for asking.

2016-11-07T22:24:41+00:00 06.04.13|internet, media, privacy|1 Comment

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  1. Duncan Thorburn July 16, 2015 at 9:41 pm

    You have got to be twelve, God help the world when you grow up. After Hitler we don’t need another evil genius. But strangely, I like you, I even went all the way to Pluto with you. The music theory I go on about, I bet you could do in an afternoon, to code it. Some music is at hope you like this little spec in the universe.

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