Ethical Dilemma #2

You 58 are very good at ethical dilemmas. There, I've admitted it. There's 58 of you! How ridiculous. Like a mound of emerging baby bush turkeys ...

Anyway, I might smatter this dilemma with vintage Fisher Price ... who's not a fan of vintage Fisher Price? No hands ... thought so.

My brother had this set. It's funny to remember it. Those blokes are rugged.

On my impetus, this blog was begot. No one forced me to start it. And we all know these blogs are public viewing, so anyone can read them.

Never seen this one before ... it'd look cute on a bookshelf ... because you can't play with it!

Half the Danish population's read one post of mine ... and that could include Princess Mary who, no doubt, is desperate for any advice on:

This is vintage ...

1. 'How to Raise Four Kids and Continue to Front the Public and Maintain a Semblance of Sanity' or

2. 'How to tastefully furnish your home with the best Danish furniture that money can buy'

That one on the yellow horsey looks like he's wearing a toupe ... Let's hope it's stuck on tight!

 It's all in here Princess Mary! Keep trawling ...

I love this phone ...

But what would you do if you knew someone was reading your blog who you didn't want to read it? For example, I'm sure there are people whom you wouldn't want reading your blog ... your mother-in-law, your mother, your estranged twin sister with the twitch ...

 A girl down the road had this on her dressing table. They lived in a very cool, flat roofed house with an internal spiral staircase from the front door to the upper-living area. 

Someone knocked the house down.

I'm not talking about anonymous people who flit-on and flit-off whom you don't know eg Danes ... I'm talking about someone whom you wouldn't normally have any contact with.

My little sister had these squirrels ... she loved them.

Someone you'd avoided for the last 15 years or so, they'd reciprocated that avoidance, but now you discover they were getting daily updates on your life ... without informing you, without officially 'following', without your permission, without saying anything.

Remember me?

We all try and keep our blogs fairly vague ... but there is personal information which is obviously revealed. And if you know the blog author, you perceive that personal aspect of the blog.

The listing had this as 'Fisher Price' ... either way they're kind of minimalist groovy ... on a floaty taffeta cloud ...

I can guarantee that people who know me, and who've read the blog, know a lot more about me because, usually, I am quite reserved and don't reveal too much.

On the other hand, if you don't know me, the blog wouldn't really mean too much to you, other than it's a bit stupid.

Here's some standard farm animals for anyone who's looking for standard farm animals ...

It's akin to bumping into someone you know at the supermarket, and they stand there talking to you while simultaneously peering at the items you're about to buy - Sure, the contents are on display to the public, but is it any of their business what's in your trolley?

I had this desk ... I wonder where it got to ... it's like an old-fashioned laptop ...

Thus, what would you do?

1. Would you email the silent reader and ask them to stop reading your blog and respect your privacy?

2. Would you restrict access to the blog? Make it by invitation only? And, as a result, lose those readers who don't have a Google account, as well as stopping any new readers ever reading? More critically, lose your connection to the random Danish Internet community?

Oh, look ... Child 4 would love to play with these ... but I just discovered the postage is horrendous ...

3.Would you close the entire blog, put it down to a moment of foolishness and clean the bath like you should have done five months ago?

4. Or, would you just pretend they're not reading, accept it as par for the course, and keep churning out the good stuff?

This is a classic ... put it on the shelf! No touching!