It must be tough being a kid these days. Imagine trying to tell your teacher, “I’m sorry. My dog at my zipdrive.” or “My kid brother stole my Yahoo account”. They can’t even fake a fever today with all the high-tech gadgets on the market. These youngsters are growing up in a new era. The era of accountability.
Let’s look at this from a different perspective. How about the newly adolescents on the dating scene. Gone are the days of the ‘the answering machine must have eaten your message’. There are no more subtle games such as taking the phone off the hook just so incoming callers get the busy tone, and must assume you are in very high demand. You can’t even really say you didn’t get someone’s phone call since everyone has their own cell phone equipped with bright shiny caller ID these days. With BBM you can even tell exactly when the person on the other end received your message and how long they decided to wait before responding.
The Era of Accountability transcends these cultural and social dilemmas and infiltrates an even more severe portion of our lives. Most employers can determine whether your emails are coming from work or home. In Howard County the snow plows come complete with a GPS system, so the residents can determine what has been plowed, and the employer can determine what the plowers have been doing. If someone sends you a request on Facebook or MySpace you can pretend to ignore, but as soon as you change your profile picture they will be on you like white on rice. This can create awkwardness in the work place or in a school enviroment when trying to keep your personal and professional lives separate.
This accountability even extends to purchases. My Facebook, e-Bay, and New York Times accounts know me better than my own family. In fact this year instead of a Christmas wish list I may just distribute my usernames and passwords to friends and family.
Internet privacy is a hot topic these days, but what about social accountability? I’m definitely not saying it’s good to lie, but I also wouldn’t want my boyfriend to buy me a phone with a secret tracking device that reported every step I took. While I’m not guilty of cheating I am guilty of one too many manicures, or one too many martinis with the girls now and again. Lying is not the answer, but is disclosing absolutely everything the way to go?
Sometimes I miss the days before my Mom knew how to text and had a Facebook page, but I guess what I miss even more is not being accounted for every waking second, and once in a while disappearing off the map.












