Today someone graciously came over to my house to do some work and, as I was killing time checking TweetDeck on my iPhone (there was nothing else to do), I saw that someone posted a link to a post by Sarah Lacy on TechCrunch about sex and work. Not “sex work”, just “sex” and “work”, as in your job. Unless you’re a sex worker, then I guess they’re conflated.

But I digress. To pass time, I browsed the comments and found a fun exchange that I then screenshotted. Basically, in case you can’t read it in the above photo, a guy admitted to masturbating “daily at work”. Except then he realized that his username is his real name and it was now posted online for all to see and he had no way to delete it. Did the other commenters have sympathy? No way. And though I would be mortified if I posted something on the internet I didn’t want others to see, I still had to laugh. I did try to darken out his name in my picture though, so as not to further broadcast it.

Oh, internet, you. Always throwing your people-friends curveballs.

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