Last week, a friend in an introductory psychology class recently told me a weird statistic: forty percent of people admit to going through the medicine cabinet when in another person’s bathroom. Forty percent of people admit to this. I’m going to ahead and guess that about ten percent of people lie on surveys, and therefore half the population is kind of weird and stalker-y.
Now that I think about it, I know I’ve definitely done that before.
Also last week, my professor for Intro to Creative Nonfiction assigned my class a stalking assignment; yes, he mandated that we go out into the world and invade people’s privacy and then write about it. He reminded us we could be as creepy or casual as we wanted; we could take an approach as simple and unobtrusive as a Facebook analysis, or we could legitimately follow someone around for a bit. The point was to take all this and write about it, come up with something about this person, create a profile out of it.
What was surprising about this assignment? How easy it was. Not just for me, but for my class in general. Have we just become a generation of stalkers? How many times have you: