Remember when we didn’t share everything with everybody. When you mother taught you that some things were simply no one’s business outside the family. When your sex life, your food life, your social life and your sleeping partners were not considered standard fare for online conversations with the immediate world.
Remember when we didn’t know what the shaved vaginas of drunken movie starlets without underwear looked like. Remember when we didn’t need to know our favorite star’s kinky sexual preferences. Remember when you didn’t need to shave your private parts to wear a bathing suit. Remember when your private parts were actually considered private.
I miss privacy.