The internet allows us to be whomever we wish to present to the world. I could say I’m an older woman from the United States who sits in a recliner with a black cat on my lap and really be a Bulgarian man with a pit bull who is a bouncer for an after hours bar. You don’t know me. I can post a picture of some roses, or an ice cream cone bank, or a candle lit for peace, or a cartoon lady and use them as my avatars and you would be left to create a picture of who you think I am in your mind. You don’t know the real picture of me. I could post reviews of classical music and good literature and esoteric films that I’d copied from somewhere else on the net and really be interested in heavy metal, graphic novels and porn, because you don’t know me. I could be any or all of those things because the internet lets us create an image and wear a mask. I could really be…