Remember when Facebook was an e-Skull & Bones for people who went to East Coast schools and knew one another from dear old Camp Chikiwawa? You could post whatever grotesque initiation pictures you wanted, but then Mark Zuckerburg let in the riffraff, and everything went to hell. Now anyone–employers and snoopy journalists, worst of all–can see your awesome keg stands and projectile vomiting.
For every tip we follow up, there are half a dozen we ignore. But we don’t delete them, and neither do our peers. Should the subject ever become famous, you can bet there’s incriminating evidence on a hard drive or server just waiting to explode into the blogosphere.
There are potentially hundreds of images (plenty of them unflattering) of every person between the ages of 18 and 30 floating around the Internet — including your future congressman, city councilman or president.
Forewarned is forearmed.