Once in a while, buddy Jim Bovard will include “Claire Wolfe” in a group of searches. This apparently gets interesting.
Images like this come up (embiggenate for proper appreciation):
I have no idea who the cute-in-an-office-assistant-sort-of-way “me” is, but she’ll do. And while I truly, truly, truly don’t get why Sonia Sotomayor keeps coming up in searches on my name, it’s a fact. And it’s far from the first time. Poor Sonia and I appear to be linked by karma. Bad karma, no doubt. But her karma or mine, who knows? (I’ve probably deepened the karmic connection by writing her name here.)
And the “related” searches results persuade me that I really do need to quit writing about Al*n G*ttl*eb.
Still, I can live with all of the above. But when Jim did a Bing search this morning … Oh, the horror!
Again, I have zero idea who that particular “Claire Wolfe” is. I have a vague recollection of seeing that photo before. Maybe I used or linked to it in a blog post. But I wish to pronounce publicly, firmly, loudly, indignantly, and excruciatingly categorically — NOT ME.
Furthermore, it’s not even my sister, my third cousin once removed, my next-door neighbor, or some grouchy woman who once snarled at me at the DMV.
She would snarl, though. You can tell. Probably bites, too.
Jim suggested I sue Bing. Or at least put some better “me” images out there for them to notice. Funny that hardly any search engine ever turns up the infamous “hat” photo — which actually is me and is right up here on this blog every, single day.
Deeply offended though I am to have some Aileen Wournos lookalike misrepresenting my graceful, pleasant, and refined self, these crazily crapazoid results do help restore my hope that privacy is still possible. Despite all the ominous news, it’s clear that “they” don’t yet know everything there is to know about us all.