Anonymity breeds meanness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Anonymity is a universal convention of the blogosphere, and the wicked expedience is that you can speak without consequences.
The Internet, in general, I find troubling. The anonymity has made us all meaner and dumber. This thing that was supposed to bring us closer together, I see it doing the opposite.
There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served.
I like my anonymity - that when I meet people they don't know me.
We live in an age where anonymity is growing in magnitude like a bomb going off.
People striving for approval from others become phony.
You never appreciate your anonymity until you don't have it anymore.
You lose your anonymity just like a helium balloon with a string. Therefore people are going to have their own opinion and they're going to write in whatever clever manner they desire.
Overall I enjoy a certain anonymity. I live a very normal, very ordinary life.
A writer is supposed to have anonymity.