May 14, 2004
When the tables are turned, we cast a disapproving eye on the inquisitive: the compulsive profile-checkers and closet Googlers who we might or might not call our friends. That's weird! we say. What are you, some kind of freak? we ask. But the truth is, when we are alone at our computers, we check profiles and run searches like starving animals scrambling for scraps. It's a human thing. The desire to know is stronger than any other. I'm not afraid to admit it. I Google. I check. Furthermore, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'm going to keep doing it.