Just what are you doing that needs to be so damned private? Are you having sex inside Facebook? Doing illegal drugs? Cheating on your wife? Damn, your Facebook life must be SO interesting!
Me, count me out of this whole privacy thing. I want everything I do to be public and then I don’t have to spill thousands of words crying when Mark Zuckerberg takes my stuff and exposes it in a search engine.
With all due respect, it’s none of your damn business what any of us are doing that we want private. Some of us are just private people, there’s nothing unusual about that. Perhaps most of us sit somewhere in the middle, but even so we should be all concerned about Facebook’s growing disregard for protecting what we put online.
Scoble feels you either share nothing at all (i.e., you don’t put it online) or you share with the world. There’s nothing in-between. And since that doesn’t bother him he wants to know just what you’re doing? The gall of some people never ceases to amaze.
It’s becoming clear that the individuals unconcerned about privacy feel that way less because they don’t mind their information being available to everybody, and more because they’ll pay that price in order to have everyone else’s formation available to them. At best, it makes them busybodies; the annoying acquaintance always asking you about that which you’ve shown a preference not to share. At worst, it makes them… well, I don’t think we know that yet.
Mr. Scoble, I respect your desire to put all of yourself online and have Facebook share it with the solar system. Go for it. But don’t insist the rest of us must also feel that way, then have the nerve to question our motives when we don’t by asking for the very thing we’ve decided not to share with you. That’s just creepy.