I had a disturbing conversation with a co-worker today about a colleague whose bank accounts had been hacked online. My friend is planning to change all her passwords this weekend and has already dropped out of some social networking sites.

This was a continuation of last week’s discussion about social media. She told me she had a Facebook page. I told her I can’t get past the date-of-birth requirement. She said she never uses her real date of birth online. Our Webmaster and I were talking about this a short time later and I told him the birthdate story. He gave me A Look and that’s when I knew: the Internet is all fiction.

Apparently, and obviously, I am the last one to know:

  • No one uses their real birthdates.
  • Your alma mater? Some other ivy halls, halfway across the country.
  • Your online resume: what will the recruiter find out when she calls the last three employers? Have you even had three employers?

My problem with social media and social networking is basic: I’ve always been honest. Ask me a question, I give a straight answer. I have no imagination. I follow rules. I just hadn’t fully absorbed the Internet rule book but I think I’ve got it now. Yes, now I understand all those bald elderly men in trailer parks masquerading as 20-something cheerleaders in fans-of-chocolate-chip-cookies chat rooms. I need to be a better liar.