I really, really, REALLY effing miss screen names.
I miss screen names like the RIAA would miss suing people who download a tracked copy of the Bee Gees greatest hits collection. I miss screen names like Rice Krispies Treats Cereal, the greatest thing to ever pass from bowl to spoon. I miss screen names like honors students miss Wikipedia when there’s a big research paper due tomorrow morning and the Internet is down.
I miss screen names, and it’s all your fault.
Back when the Internet was just becoming widely available and nodbody knew quite what to do with it besides fart around on different Geocities pages and figure out the difference between a “www name” and an AOL keyword, every one of us used a screen name as a barrier to protect ourselves from the hidden dangers of the Information Superhighway. The only people who shared their real names were celebrities, CEOs, politicians and crazy perverts who were trying to trick you into giving them your checking account information.
There was no Bob, Susan, Joan or Steve; there was SportsFan1987, Flirty_Girl_006, KnittingInWoolyArmor and FordTrucksSuxX837103124. We defined ourselves by our passions and interests, the identities that we wanted to have. A screen name was a big fuzzy blanket you wrapped yourself in to keep out the cold winds of the chat rooms and forums.
The anonymity and the name barrier gave us confidence to speak as we might not to the outside world; they let us be true to the thoughts we’d never given voice to. Your pleasant neighbor who collected your mail during a weekend trip to Albuquerque might also be the guy cursing out Cubs fans until 3 in the morning. The barista at your local coffee shop might trade dominatrix photos on her lunch break. People kept their lives compartmentalized between the Real World and the Digital World.
And then, someone thought that it would be a good idea for all that to stop.
One could say that social networks that encourage Real Name usage, enhanced by automatic logins on other pages. Some might instead look to those who decided that an “appropriate email address” contains a person’s name. It could even be attributed to a general growth and comfort that the average person has with their computer and the exchange of information; we want to be open and to share with the world, so it’s natural that we go in, openly and honestly, as ourselves. But whatever (or whomever) the source, one thing is clear: by removing the walls of privacy that come with a screen name, Internet Society made a conscious decision to permeate the day-to-day structure of our offline lives.
Instead of hiding our opinions behind a fake name and goofy picture, we confront people head-on as ourselves. Our missteps and mishaps can be recorded for posterity, living forever in the non-tangible world online. Of course, this is still speculation. Even Google co-founder Eric Schmidt isn’t sure what’s going to happen:
“‘I don’t believe society understands what happens when everything is available, knowable and recorded by everyone all the time,’ [Schmidt] says. He predicts, apparently seriously, that every young person one day will be entitled automatically to change his or her name on reaching adulthood in order to disown youthful hijinks stored on their friends’ social media sites.” -Google and the Search for the Future, the Wall Street Journal
We’ve gone from being encased in armor to standing around as naked as the day that we were born. We no longer have Online and Offline Names; they are one and the same.
Sure, there are still forums and locations for anonymity. Online gaming is a popular choice for escapism, but gaming with friends often leads to people being called by their given names. Dating sites let you pick a screen name like in the old days, but many members will instead choose to use their name in its place, or might just introduce themselves by name with their profiles. If you want, you can make up a new identity for yourself and lie online; it’s hardly a misdemeanor or socially frowned-upon activity. However, the ease of communication and openness, coupled with the fearlessness among the denizens of the web makes using a false name in most circumstances seem unappealing and deceptive.
The early days of life on the Internet were about discovery. The modern days of life on the Internet are about openness. Which is a good thing, but only in theory.
When a person brings together two different parts of their life, like work and friends, for example, their personality becomes an odd mish-mash of the separate elements that they display in either scenario. One rarely interacts with co-workers in the same way that they would interact with friends. In these scenarios, people seem almost alien to members of both groups, showing characteristics that neither audience finds comfortable or recognizable. Finding that balance is neigh-impossible because there really isn’t one – we don’t act the same around all people, and rarely find ourselves in situations where we need to do so. But the blending of an Internet Self with a Real World Self creates this exact instance, but to a degree and scale where it is necessary to be the same all the time. There’s even a lucrative field dedicated to navigating this new social curse: personal branding.
So you’re pulling together two parts of your life that you hoped would never meet, like your significant other and photos your parents have of you in the tub when you were three, and you have to make a lot of quick decisions about how you will present yourself. Will you go full-bore, being honest and outspoken without the safety of a screen name to protect you, or will you keep your mouth closed to preserve your current reputation?
We are all living in the old adage about people in glass houses; the question is if we want to keep the glass smudge- and scratch-free, or if we’re willing to knock down a wall so we can explore the rest of the world. It’s a choice with no clear victor for either option, and it’s one that millions of us struggle with every day.
I really miss screen names. There were no hard decisions then, because I could be who I wanted to be without reality intruding on my little slice of Shangri-La. I wasn’t even aware that I was in a glass house, and the only thing I was concerned about was exploring and comfortably expressing myself. These days, I don’t have that option. Anonymity on the Internet just isn’t the same.



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Do you remember when you first got the Internet in your home? If you were like millions of Americans, you had snagged one of the quintillions of AOL discs*, installed the software, connected your computer to your phone line, and jacked in to the Information Superhighway. Well, after several minutes of the most horrific screeches ever belched forth from a 56k/v90 fax modem.







