Or, The Importance of Remaining Anonymous.
Today, I’ve added a picture of myself to this blog. As you can see, it still preserves my modesty by only revealing a small area of my face. Why such coyness? You ask. Are you so hideous that the camera can’t take it? Or, are you just pretentious? Pretentious, moi? Never.
Anonymity is an important freedom giver. Need an example? Try the effect of the Ballot Act 1872, or look at what anonymity did for Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell. Of course, there are notably downsides, usually of the witch hunt variety. I’m an inconsistent kind of girl, so in true academic style, I’m going to ignore all that.
Being unknown, means that I can express my thoughts freely and they’ll be judged fairly for what they are. I can complain about my dystonia symptoms, write rubbish or just bang on about my two great passions (my family and my riding).
So, here’s to all the benefits of only having half a photo. Long may it continue.