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Others aren't into Big Brother deepthink; they're just afraid they'll get caught doing something naughty. BoingBoing offers a neologism: screwgled. "As in ‘My wife caught me leaving a strip club on Google Street View, I got screwgled!'"
There are upsides, though. Wouldn't it be nice to have a live feed on your parked car, so that you could run out and prevent a ticket if you saw this? Yes, burglars could watch to see when you left for work, but you could watch your house for possible attempted burglaries, too.
I'm looking forward to Street View in Boston, so that the person I call can see more or less exactly what I'm seeing. I'll be able to get the kind of directions that I love to give, the kind that torture the men in my life: "Left at the 7-11," "There will be a Piggly Wiggly on your right, just after the big blue house with tacky lawn furniture."
Easy for me to say that now: No one has caught me coming out of a strip club.
Katherine Mangu-Ward is an associate editor of reason.
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