Up until the last couple of decades, one of the blessings of youth was that there was no one there to record it. The silliness and stupidity of of childhood and adolescence existed only in the fading memories of those immediately around us to listen to our immature prattling and share the often awkward years of our growth. We were, in a very real sense, shielded from revealing our immaturity and occasional idiocy from all but a chosen few, and we were left in peace to struggle toward adulthood away from public view. But this is true no longer. We live in the age of oversharing, and the past twenty years have been a catastrophe for a younger generation that grew up unaware that what was recorded for posterity today—and thoughtlessly shared with a global audience—might be regretted tomorrow. Setting Read more