That’s how I felt when I realized that instead of linking to the Daily Kos NPR petition, it looked like somehow a freaky (malicious?) cross-wiring happened and if you activated the link you went into my google mail account.
First reaction: paranoia! How gleefully would my enemies (and I have them!) be as they picked through my correspondence. . .
Second reaction: WTF. . .(the resigned kind, not the outraged expostulation) and so what’s new?
Wasn’t Google mail’s entire list hacked not too long ago, and hasn’t my own aol account been hacked? A friend of mine in Russia is sure that her fun is bugged just as in the old days, and still we chatter away uninhibitedly.
This is not to say that I would not begin suit against anyone who was reading my stuff without authorization. But of course, we almost have no legal recourse any more to forestall the government from reading every single email we send/receive.
It kind of put me almost in the position in which my biographical/interview subjects are. The tables were turned, and I’m all the more appreciative of the honesty, or at least the attempt at honesty, that most of them make.
And some performers do this on stage more readily than others. As much as Diana Adams, for example, was an Antony Tudor protégé–and for a while married to his long term lover/muse Hugh Laing–her ex-colleague Patricia Wilde told me she could not have imagined Adams dancing Hagar in Pillar of Fire–and Adams never did–she was too much invested in pushing the public and her colleagues away from her.