Lest the 'Fester Be Aware
Almost everyone has a keyboard, and a lot of us have cellphone cameras, thus making us all reporters.
Keep that in mind as you toddle down to Summerfest where the guy next to you walking away with a fistful of beer could be the same person who ruins your life with an ill-placed blog or YouTube video.
So, you still want to hop up on that picnic table, show the world your ta-ta's and dance the Funky Chicken?
We've already chatted amongst ourselves in our radio newsroom about checking key websites each day to find potentially funny/sick/embarrassing/buzz-creating video and photos generated by Summerfest patrons. Woe to the celeb or person of note who has a pop too many and gets caught nuzzling, drooling, dancing, or eating a hamburger off the pavement ala David Hasselhoff.
And, unlike trained, professional reporters, the person lighting you up on The Internets is under no obligation to get your side of the story--to ask you why you had your finger three-knuckles deep up your right nostril as you sat in a darkened corner of the Marcus Amphitheater rockin' out to Steely Dan.
It's a world without editors or filters, with you as a potential subject at virtually every turn. New York Times columnist Thomas Friedman goes into much more detail, and actually tells you how you can use pervasive media intrusion to your advantage.
Now, go out there and have some fun at the lakefront. Keep your hands to yourself, eat like your mom taught you, and for God's sake, cover up those man-boobs.
I don't want to see anyone I know turning up on YouTube. Unless, of course, it's someone I REALLY can't stand, doing something WAY snarky.
Then, it becomes my new computer wallpaper.