I’ve noticed lots of commentary lately about the sorry state of writing on the internet, living on the internet, conducting friendships and business on the internet, etc.
Back in the day before law enforcement as we know it, people made themselves feel safe by learning everyone’s business. When a stranger came to town, everyone wanted to know where he was from. Who were his parents? Why did he leave the place where he was born? Is he an axe murderer? He had better whip out his credentials or be run out of town.
Every time technology lowers the barriers to a profession there is a glut of poor quality product. But it generally shakes itself out. The “professional-looking” documents and web sites of the early days would not impress anyone now. Self-published books are starting to look better, but there’s still plenty of room for improvement, and it will come. And people will judge. We are putting up with typos in e-books that would destroy the reading experience of a printed book. This too shall pass.
Facebook and other user-contributed content is a form of folk entertainment. We make the things we put there.
Murder on the internet! That’s when someone—a vindictive ex, or a business competitor—makes it impossible for you to operate in cyberspace by slandering or vandalizing your online presence. Just when we thought everyone had learned to mind his own business, one’s reputation, one’s “character” is important in the global village. Whip out your credentials or be run out of town.
I think it’s a lot of the old truism that some find order advantageous while others prefer chaos.