Do you fancy your grandchildren being able to see that Saturday night pic from your student days in thirty years time? Your great-grandchildren or even their friends? What do you think happens to all these texts, Facebook posts, tweets and Instagram photos as you age and move through the different stages of your life?
Those of us who have ever used dating sites will not be shocked to learn of another story centred around fake profiles breaking in the world of online dating - today it's Tinder under the uncomfortable spotlight. It seems Tinder (owned by InterActiveCorp who also own Match.com and OKCupid) have been hit by the bots
I have a true love hate relationship with Facebook. I certainly don't put my private details up there, and I'm very selective with what pictures I share. But yesterday's turn of events really got me thinking, and I found myself asking the same old questions - why do we feel the need to share stuff on there? Why do we do it so publicly?
I'm a member of divisive Facebook Group Women Who Eat On Tubes. I joined because I didn't like what I saw. If you've read enough on the subject, or need to alphabetise your dried herbs, you're excused.