Yesterday I typed in my name and found a sight that had shocked me, although it shouldn't have surprised me. It is called Spokeo. It's slogan is "Not Your Grandma's Phone Book." At least that is truth in advertising.
I typed in my name and it opened its electronic pages to all things me. For a price you could unlock my age, where I live, (including a photograph), how many people live in the house, the home's value, how much income I have, my phone number, e-mail addresses, every social network I am involved in along with postings and comments, photographs, videos (along with the ability to unlock them), my political affiliation...Well, I think you get the picture.
No one is safe in this electronic age from the rape of privacy. It doesn't matter if you don't have an online presence, information about your life will be for sale to anyone who wishes to buy it. The barcode hovers over you now from birth to death.
I think this eye opener has slapped me with the reality I no longer have to confess my sins because big brother is glad to act as my confession booth. At least it re-enforces within me to be a person of value and character because I am sitting on an electronic parking lot where anyone can kick the tires and buy me for the right price.