I found out a few days ago that someone has been using my photos and my name for their own Facebook profile. Yes, that’s right. I could search for “Becky Sullivan” and click on the photo of me to get to a Facebook profile that I had not created. Creepy, yes? The faceless people over at Facebook have since taken that profile down, with a warning that if they found sufficient evidence, the person would be allowed to put the profile up again. What’s that you say? I sent Facebook another message clarifying that it was me in the photos, so therefore this person would never have sufficient evidence proving to be me.
What a mind warp, right? Needless to say, I have been seriously creeped out by the internets as of late. I have decided to occasionally post a photo of me if it’s to sell a garment I created, dyed, or altered, or for some other reason I deem important enough. But otherwise, there will be no more photos for the sake of fashion. I will still thrift, but I’m definitely going to have to figure out a different way to blog about it. Sigh. Fashion girl problems, eh?
This reminds me of a documentary I watched recently about a young woman from Vancouver, WA (my home town!) who’s identity was stolen on Facebook by a middle-aged woman she didn’t know. It’s seriously unnerving. See that story here and read about the documentary here.