{"id":133,"date":"2003-08-05T19:44:00","date_gmt":"2003-08-05T19:44:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-29T23:00:00","slug":"anonymity-impersonation-and-offence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/anonymity-impersonation-and-offence\/","title":{"rendered":"Anonymity, Impersonation, and Offence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As an experiment, I&apos;ve switched on the Screen Anonymous Comments option of this diary. <\/p>\n<p>This was rather a difficult decision for me, as I firmly believe in free speech, anti-censorship, and not cutting the sound off when someone in the Big Brother house says anything vaguely interesting. <\/p>\n<p>So I came up with a personal rule: I&apos;ll only censor completely anonymous comments that are unkind to my own readers. That doesn&apos;t happen very often, I know, but I want to ensure it doesn&apos;t happen at all. Everything else will go straight through, including any unkind comments on myself.  Anonymous comments that sign off with a name will always be allowed, and are encouraged. <\/p>\n<p>As this diary is a performance on the world stage, I&apos;ll lap up the hecklers, but am uneasy about meta-Altamonts. Throw milk cartons at me if you must, but leave my readers out of it, please. Goodness, that&apos;s the butchest thing I&apos;ve said in my life. Badge-wearing Dickon Edwards Readers should be rewarded for their excellent taste and extreme physical beauty, and it&apos;s the least I can do for them. So that&apos;s why I&apos;ve done it. <\/p>\n<p>It&apos;s not so much &lt;i&gt;what&lt;\/i&gt; anonymous whelks of no woman born say. It&apos;s their anonymity per se. Anonymity is a waste of life, and has no place in the world of Dickonism, where identity is all. If you have something to say, why don&apos;t you put your name or even a nickname to it? Oh dear, I sound like John Leslie.  <\/p>\n<p>The only thing worse than anonymity is anonymous impersonation. I find &quot;amusing&quot; fake web diaries extremely unfunny, bordering on the devastatingly tragic. And that&apos;s coming from &lt;i&gt;me!&lt;\/i&gt; We can smell our own. <\/p>\n<p>I&apos;m referring to people pretending to be Michael Winner, or Alan Partridge, or  &lt;a href=&quot;http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/userinfo.bml?user=dave_rowntree&quot;&gt;Dave From Blur&lt;\/a&gt;. Do these people &lt;i&gt;really&lt;\/i&gt; require impersonation anyway?<\/p>\n<p>I&apos;m mindful of that admittedly rather useful (and probably American) popular catchphrase for defining one&apos;s existence. The one with connotations of meeting St Peter at the Pearly Gates:<\/p>\n<p>&quot;So what do YOU bring to the party?&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The Impersonator: &quot;Er&#8230; (looks at feet) someone else&#8230;&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I see. Well, better luck with your next life.  Next time, try and be yourself more. And David Dickinson less. It was quite funny at first. On second thoughts, no it wasn&apos;t.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>I&apos;m always intrigued as to which diaries on the Web come in for the most angry comments from strangers. Today, I came across a diary entry that&apos;s attracted all kinds of reactions: extreme abuse, extreme laughter, extreme revulsion, extreme sympathy, extreme suspicion of the author&apos;s veracity. Quite a feat. Warning: do not read if you are an easily-offended animal-lover, or a squeamish vegetarian:<\/p>\n<p>http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/users\/siamang\/43717.html<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As an experiment, I&apos;ve switched on the Screen Anonymous Comments option of this diary. This was rather a difficult decision for me, as I firmly believe in free speech, anti-censorship, and not cutting the sound off when someone in the Big Brother house says anything vaguely interesting. 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