This essay on privacy by L.M. Sacasas brings up some hard questions to think about:
We want to live in public but also control what happens to the slices of life we publicize. Or we recoil at the thought of our foibles being turned into one day’s entertainment on Twitter but we nonchalantly consume such entertainment when someone else is the victim.
It may seem like an absurd question, but let us at least consider it for a moment: how different is a Twitter mob from the ancient audiences of the gladiatorial spectacle? Do we believe that such mobs can’t issue forth in “real world” violence or that they cannot otherwise destroy a life? One difference of consequence, I suppose, is that at least the ancient audience did not bathe itself in self-righteousness.