|Sipping on that Serendipity frozen hot chocolate|
When I flew to California last summer for work, I spent my days among women whose every moment was about their social media profiles. When they weren’t blogging, they were Tweeting. When they weren’t Tweeting, they were Facebooking, and so on.
I very respectfully declined the chance to join the party. The world could wait to hear my stories when I was safely at home, once again manning my station in front of my computer and making it very clear that the Sager residence was not going to be empty for huge spans of time.
The uptick in burglaries in Sullivan County is scary. It’s disturbing. It’s disheartening. Whether it’s the sign of the desperation of a failing economy or some people just lack the moral compass and respect for fellow man, this rise in crime feels like a slap at our way of life.
And I’m hoping it will slap people hard enough to wake up and smell their own stupidity.
My apologies to my fellow lovers of all things Internet, but there’s being a social creature with a web savvy and then there’s throwing open the doors of your life and saying, “Hey you, yes, you oh Mr. Robber, if you want to come in and take my flat screen TV, around 3 p.m. would be good because I’ll just be starting my yoga class, and that’s a good hour, then I’ve got to run to the grocery store, so really. . . take your time.”
Tell everyone what you’re doing, and you could be inviting some desperate fool to take advantage of that time he is now absolutely sure you will be spending in Middletown . . . or the Bahamas.
If I sound like a hypocrite, I hear you. Working online means a presence that’s bigger and bolder than even I’m comfortable with at times. I’ve started referring to my child more and more as “the kid,” in preparation for the day in the not-too-distance future when she begins to Google herself.
But on the home safety end, I am especially wary.
I grabbed some cellphone shots of my daughter sucking down a frozen hot chocolate at New York City’s tourist trap, er, hot spot Serendipity 3 on Saturday, but I waited until the next day – when we were all home – to post them on my Facebook wall. I whined about the whackos who snuck tuna fish sandwiches into the movie theater (and decided to start munching the smelly snack midway through the film), but I didn’t specify which theater or who was with me.
But this is only what I can do for myself. I still have the other people to worry about.
The more people who get online, the more risk we’re running that our daily movements are being tracked. It isn’t just our own online updates about our lives but relatives and friends who forget they’re not just telling a pal or two that the grandkids are in Disney or they’re out at Bethel Woods with their besties.
So go ahead, folks, say what you want about your own life. Decide how “safe” you are (or aren’t). But remember it’s not just you you should be worrying about these days. It’s our whole community. Because if we want to protect the country way of life, we need to be watching out for each other.
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