A Sad Reality

These days, what with folks letting it all hang out and PDAs considered normal behavior and semi-nude dancing with the stars and documentaries about addiction and reality TV and Dr. Phil and Oprah exposing the darkest of family problems between commercial breaks for antidepressants, sex pills and tampons, who chooses anonymity? While the Internet offers this option, why bother?

Here's why: Everyone knows, or at least suspects, that an adult signing on as Anonymous in a chat room or on a blog post or in a note inside an anthrax-filled envelope is most likely a cowardly pervert hiding a twisted soul and a deep self-loathing. (Children are exempt from this likelihood since their brains are not yet fully formed.)

Recently I opted to change the Comments feature on this blog because of Anonymous, a hider with the aforementioned characteristics who was leaving increasingly obnoxious and decidedly unfriendly comments here, as often as every 15 minutes or so. Thus, like the school children who all had to put their heads on their desks until one confessed to stealing the blackboard chalk, every comment will now "await moderation," meaning I must review and approve it prior to publication. I hope this doesn't stop my dear friends who frequent this site from sharing their opinions so eloquently, as they have done for the past four years.