Mom bloggers seem an unlikely crew to worry about privacy. Some bloggers use nom de plumes, or give their kids nicknames. Not me. My name, my husband’s name, my kid’s names, have all gone on this sight. I worked in broadcasting, my husband has some fame in the cooking realm so that opens one up a bit. Whatever shred of privacy we had went out the window post Madoff. By the time the local news called I figured, what the heck? Everyone knows we were caught up in the biggest ponzi scheme in history, might as well be the poster child.
In short, if you signed up for classmates.com and such over the years those sites sold their info to information sites. So, if you are not a former basic cable superstar or a judge on Top Chef it might behoove you to look into this.
One of the take aways I got from the lunch, besides realizing that you could fill up on appetizers at Mr. Chow, was that every few months we need to change our passwords. Passwords are such a pain, but the man from my info guardian.com said once people know something about you they can figure out your password. So, obviously my passwords are all imanaginggayman, or ginismypoison.
There, more of my info is out there.