Sometimes, our family gets asked, “So where do you live?”

My husband is likely to give them a GPS location.

My daughter is likely to dreamily note the name of our house.

I am likely to pause a moment while thinking, “In a fishbowl,” before citing the landmarks around the old place.

Mr. Anonymous leads a very public life, one that others feel entitled to criticize or praise as they see fit.  For some reason, talking about him and his family is never considered gossip; after all, People magazine has made discussing famous individuals a socially acceptable pastime.  Politicians are expected to lead transparent lives because they are public servants.  Because a person can sing, act, or play an instrument, he or she is expected to divulge the contents of their medicine cabinet.  And now, thanks to the miracle of Twitter, a celebrity is expected to note their every thought, eye appointment, and purchase.

Why?!  Teachers, police officers, fire fighters, and CPS caseworkers are public servants.  They are beacons in our communities!  Do we care what car they drive, where they bought their handbag, or if they prefer Advil over Tylenol?  Of course not.

It is difficult to realize that a person wants to be your friend because they want to be a name-dropper with others.  It is heartbreaking to have others try and grill your child to see if there are any ‘interesting beliefs’ in your family.  It is maddening to be critiqued over a clothing ensemble.

And yet, not to be too much of a Pollyanna…

I comfort myself with this thought:

I may live in a glass house, but that means I can see the world just fine from inside.

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