One of our local blogs has a running comments section. Major news stories are analyzed by hoi polloi, and there's a lot more polloi in there than you might think. To say that everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion is quite true, although the judicious among us choose wisely which opinions to lend credence to.
We are all entitled to just one identity, though. Now, you might want to remain anonymous or pseudonymous on one of these websites. After all, if you happen to be a high school principal, say, you wouldn't want to chip in with your low estimation of today's young people. And it would not be wise for a guy who runs a pit beef stand to proclaim publicly that meat is murder. So, we all have the right either to sign our names to our words, or use a nom de blog such as "Big Shirtless Ron" or "Hometown Honey."
But I found this interesting: one of the frequent participants on this local chat box, a woman who talks of "loony lefties" and their "liberal indoctrination," always posts with her name, or what seems to be her name, and her photograph, or what seems to be her photograph. She frequently points out that she is so brave as to use her real name and photo when responding. It's a picture of a very pretty woman, to be sure.
The other day, people who also chime in on the blog started calling her out, posting a link to a photo website. If you click on the link, you see a much larger version of the picture of the woman - and the startling news that the photo is that of a mammose Playboy magazine model.
So, either a curvy Playmate® has moved to our town or, more likely, this local conservative has been using someone else's photo as her own. I can't say for sure which one it is.
But how sad it would be, were the latter to be true. Not all of us are born beautiful, with bodies like gods and goddesses and faces that cause stunned breathtaking stares from swooning passersby. I know I wasn't, but on the other hand, I am happy enough with who I am to be that person all the time. Love me or not, but please join me in wishing we could all just be proud of what the Lord gave us, and not need to wear the mask of another's face.