These days, we all wonder what our digital legacy will be. More specifically, what exactly will our kids find out about us when they run our name through a search engine years from now? For most people, their children will find a handful of mostly-mundane Instagram pics, some dodgy Facebook statuses, inflammatory tweets, and maybe some prior job information.
But what if you’re a writer speaking about the tumultuous landscape of gender studies and feminism? That’s what Hugo Schwyzer wonders. And beyond finding his own site’s description of him: “an American author, speaker and professor of history and gender studies at Pasadena City College,” what will his daughter find?
Schwyzer’s had what the optimists would call “rich and diverse life experiences.” The cynics would say, on the other hand, that he’s “been in and out of the s**t.”
I know nothing about Barney Frank, except for what Wikipedia filled in for me. But today, a New York Times story about Frank was on Reddit, and due to the fact that a quarter-million people had commented on it, I figured I’d give it a read.
It got me thinking about fatherhood, where I’m now working, and why I’m no longer keeping my new job a total secret.