Privacy is a recent invention. 100 years ago most of us lived in small towns or on farms, and our neighbors knew all our business.
Later we hid among the teeming masses in cities, and then we got cars and air conditioners so that we didn’t know our neighbors’ business from stoop-sitting or suburban out-in-the-yard casual conversations about how the McKendalls’ daughter Jenny seems awfully sweet on that Handler boy, who seems nice but…. isn’t he a Jew?
And did you hear? Mr. Grobnik, the postman, told me young Jack Cooney recently subscribed to The Weekly Communist Agitator and Bomb-Makers Companion. Oh my! Somebody had better tell the police and FBI, if Mr. Grobnik hasn’t already.
What was it you were saying about privacy? 🙂