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ann_leckieYou know, when I was in school, I was one of the good kids. Didn't smoke, didn't drink (except the occasional glass of wine or beer with my family, of course), didn't even know that the second floor restroom was the place to go when you wanted a cigarette. Life was pleasant, and I thought everyone around me was a good girl just like me. Then after I graduated, I found out that a harmless prank that had inexplicably blown up into something that got people suspended and nearly expelled had this whole amazing, lurid history behind it. How did I miss all that? I was just out of the loop, that's all.
The same thing happened when I was out on my own and working. Worked at one place for nearly ten years, and it was only after I quit that I discovered that the manager had been screwing waitresses in the coatroom--on one occasion while his wife was roaming the building looking for him. Out of the loop again!
I've been at the SDMB for...I think a couple of years. It's longer than my registered date says, because I ended up with my original identity (lestrange, if anyone cares, which I doubt very much) disabled after the Winter of our Missed Content. I knew that some people had other boards they went to, and personal friendships and such. But I didn't think much about it.
So today I set up a livejournal, and manage to stumble across sdanonymous. Wow! It's like...it's like watching people being mangled in a car crash. You know you shouldn't look, and you know you sure as hell shouldn't actually enjoy looking, let alone sit up reading for hours when you ought to be doing other things. But damn if you can click away.
I think there's something really, I don't know, cathartic about it. I'm very, very glad the SDMB is as actively moderated as it is. At the same time, it's kind of interesting to see what people do when they can wear that anonymous mask.
The same thing happened when I was out on my own and working. Worked at one place for nearly ten years, and it was only after I quit that I discovered that the manager had been screwing waitresses in the coatroom--on one occasion while his wife was roaming the building looking for him. Out of the loop again!
I've been at the SDMB for...I think a couple of years. It's longer than my registered date says, because I ended up with my original identity (lestrange, if anyone cares, which I doubt very much) disabled after the Winter of our Missed Content. I knew that some people had other boards they went to, and personal friendships and such. But I didn't think much about it.
So today I set up a livejournal, and manage to stumble across sdanonymous. Wow! It's like...it's like watching people being mangled in a car crash. You know you shouldn't look, and you know you sure as hell shouldn't actually enjoy looking, let alone sit up reading for hours when you ought to be doing other things. But damn if you can click away.
I think there's something really, I don't know, cathartic about it. I'm very, very glad the SDMB is as actively moderated as it is. At the same time, it's kind of interesting to see what people do when they can wear that anonymous mask.